Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Copywrite: 2000 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Copywrite: 2000

... Abbotsford, a police cruiser with lights flashing and siren wailing passes him headed towards POCO. Mike thinks out loud, “Thursday night, must be an accident. Weekend parties don’t start until tomorrow night.” He chuckles as he heads on down the wet highway. It’s a misty wet night but warm so he drives with the window down and whistles with the music on the radio. When he reaches Mission he debates whether to turn south to Abbotsford and home or to continue west to Hope, Laidlaw and Trudy. He decides to turn south and go home. In Abbotsford’s residential area south of the hospital Mike pulls into his driveway. There is a flickering glow from the large front window in his condominium so someone must be watching TV. Probably his wife, he thinks. He unloads his overnight bag, locks the convertible and walks to the side door. He unlocks it and steps inside where he takes off his work boots and leaves them with his bag by the clothes rack in the entryway. He steps up two steps to the main level and goes to the living room door quietly. The TV is hissing and the screen is covered with a snowy pattern. He steps forward and sees his wife sleeping on the couch. Marlene Claymore (nee McRae) is an attractive brunette of twenty-seven, who married Mike when she was eighteen. Their oldest child, Richard has just turned nine so she was three month’s pregnant when they married. They had been going together for nearly a year at the time. She has given him two daughters since, Shelly, who ...

... is eight and Janet, who is six and a half (she insists on the half). The house is quiet except for the hiss from the TV. Mike picks up the remote and clicks it off causing Marlene to stir and open her eyes. She smiles, “You’re home! I didn’t expect you until tomorrow night.” She reaches for him and he kneels beside her, taking her in his arms and kissing her. She pats the couch beside her and he sits to tell her, “It was a real fast run. No traffic to speak of and no work except driving. It went perfect.” She runs her hand up his shoulder intimately and says, “Are you hungry? I can make you up a hot beef sandwich with leftovers from supper, if you’d like?” His hand runs lightly up the inside of her thigh as he asks, “Have you got anything else that’s hot?” He grins and winks. She pulls him down to her so she can kiss him suggesting, “Maybe you just want to go straight to bed.” He reaches up to turn out the lamp and responds with a passionate kiss of his own. Moving her over with his hip he lays down beside her. He runs his hands over her body and under her housecoat to cup a breast and tease a nipple. She breathes faster and whispers, “Oh Mike, you haven’t come home this horny in quite a while. What’s the occasion?” Mike whispers back, “Do I have to come up with a special reason to want to make love to the most beautiful woman in Abbotsford?” He kneads her breasts as he kisses her and she responds by pressing herself to him and whispering, “Just in Abbotsford?” Around three ...