Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 09 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 09

... are." "Want to know about your suspects?" "Sure. What'd you get? "Well, you know the Realtor, Mr. Hairyman, Harrington, no Harrison. He and his wife are swingers." She grins. "Just like you and Jeff, I guess. Only they do it with lots of couples." She looks thoughtful for a moment and murmurs, "You have three women your screwing. I guess you could be a swinger. Swinger Mike. I like that. That's what I'll call you." "Don't you dare!" "Swinger Mike. Swinger Mike. Are you there, Swinger Mike?" She laughs and Mike tries not to pay any attention to her. "Do they know about me?" "No." "So I'm your secret sweetheart, am I?" "You were telling me about the suspects." "I could be your secret mistress. We could have a ceremony where we are wed as Master and Mistress. How quaint. Would you take me to be your awfully wedded mistress, Mike? Then if I didn't obey you, you could beat me and make me carry buckets, oaken buckets of water up the hill to our secret cabin in the mountains." She breaks into song. "Wouldn't it be love-ely, love-ely, love-ely?" "Love-ely?" "You know what I mean." "It disturbs me, but I think I do." "Anyway they live in Port Coquitlam. I have the address here somewhere. They love to swing. And the night of the murder they were swinging with a very prominent couple in our government circles who are not married and shall remain anonymous for now, in the Harrison Motel at Harrison Hot Springs. They were there all night and I bet even the police won't get that date out ...

... of them." "How did you find that out? I don't think I really want to know. How reliable is your informant?" "Very." "On a scale of one to ten." "Eleven." "What do they do for an encore?" She shrugs, "Royalty, I suppose." They both break up laughing. They swing around the lake at Three Valley Gap and along the sheer overhanging cliffs then cross the bridge heading for Revelstoke. Trudy tips the jug of cider up on her shoulder and tries to take a sip. It runs down the front of her and she laughs as Mike shakes his head. "Never do to take you into a civilized part of town." She giggles and chokes on the cider. Hacking and coughing, she tries to pour him a cup. Mike gets snickering and finally laughing as she does it. "There." She proudly hands him the cup. "I plan on you licking that cider off my teats later, you know. And I don't want to be sticky all day, hint, hint." Mike drinks the cider and watches traffic. They pull into Revelstoke and start the climb into Glacier Park. They climb through the park and over Rogers Pass then across the time change line and down to the Columbia River. At ten fifteen Mike pulls into the yard at the Husky in Golden. "Lunch time. Let's go." "I can't go in like this." "You'll find a jug of water in the sleeper. Clean up and come on in." He opens the door. She pouts and goes behind the curtain. Mike peeks behind the curtain where she is washing her chest. She grins at him and dries on his towel then pulls another top out of her bag. They go inside ...