The Locklears Chapter Two
"Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute.
I just pose as one on the internet and in
the streets. That's how I get pigs like you"
said the woman with an evil grin. "I know
you didn't think a woman
as beautiful as my wife would be
interested in someone like you." Said a
tall figure as he emerged out
of the darkness behind the shackled man.
With fear in his eyes the shackled man
asked who they were.
"My name is Linda Locklear and this is my
husband Rusty Locklear." "Enough with
the small talk Linda go
get the work tools." As you command
daddy". Walking past their victim into the
darkness Linda grabbed the
cold steel push cart and brought it to
Rusty. "Will you just look at all these toys"
Rusty's eyes lit up like a child's at
Christmas. "What do we have here?"
Reaching her arm out in the motion of a
snake
Linda became sexually aroused. "We
have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun,
and an ice pick"
Linda's voice was filled with excitement.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown
Philosopher
Copyright © Keith Baucum | Year Posted 2014
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