Samantha Parker's Story (Part 2)
Chapter 21
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Chapter Twenty One
Samantha selected her final
destination at random and she was already beginning to think she had made a big
mistake.
small town, Samantha knew the prospect for finding a job would have been much
better in a big city. Then she decided to stop second-guessing herself and give
things a chance. Samantha counted her money. So far, she hadn’t spent a lot.
She could get by for a while.
Samantha was getting hungry.
She thought she would take a shower and then find some place to eat. When she
was in the shower, Samantha closed her eyes, as the warm water cascaded down
over her body. She took the bar of soap and lathered a washcloth. She ran the
cloth over her neck and down to her breasts. The sensation of the cloth moving
over her nipples set off a little ripple of desire and almost before Samantha
knew it, she slipped a finger down to lightly stroke her clitoris. Visions of
making love with John Sherman played out in her mind. Soon she was thrusting
her lower body forward and squeezing her legs together. When Samantha realized
what she was doing, she abruptly stopped and quickly finished her shower.
Samantha’s clothes were
folded neatly over a chair in her room, but when she came out of the bathroom,
she didn’t get dressed. Instead, she dropped the towel onto the floor and lay
down on the bed. She laid there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. Then
Samantha closed her eyes again and spread her legs. In the next moment, she had
a hand back between her legs, with its fingers moving over her swollen clit.
Soon she began to moan softly and thrust her pelvis up into her probing
fingers. Now Samantha’s other hand was moving over her breasts. Soon she was
stroking first one taut nipple and then the other. In a few more moments,
Samantha cried out and came. She lay still as a little after shock coursed
through her body. She was thinking oh God John how will I get by without you.
Then the little voice in
Samantha’s head began to speak, “Oh you’ll get by Samantha. I know what it
takes to keep you happy and so do you. Just as soon as you find another hard
cock to take John’s place, you’ll be on the mend. Isn’t that so? Why don’t you
admit it? That’s all John Sherman really was to you, just another hard cock.
Even in a hick town like this one, there’s probably one around every corner.”
Samantha moaned out, “No, I’m
not like that. That’s not true. I loved John.”
The little voice said, “You
loved his hard cock in your pussy and up your ass! Don’t try to fool me
Samantha, because you can’t. I’m with you all the time. I know everything you
think and everything you do. Have you forgotten what you were doing just now?
That proves my point. Case closed!”
On the long drive back to
Bentlyville, Phil Philips did a lot of thinking about Monica Breedlove. She
turned him on to the max. There was no doubt about that. He didn’t buy her
theory that Samantha Parker was a serial killer. In fact, he thought it was
stupid. If he was going to get some more of her pussy, he had to come up with
something to make her happy. He went over the details of the Mary Parker case
again and decided there was another angle that could be explored further. There
was the mystery man Mary had been drinking with the night before she committed
suicide. Maybe there was more to the story than just a little lover’s spat. It
could be worth the trouble to track that dude down. He had to be someone Mary
met in Munson. The most likely place for her to have met him would be at work.
Phil decided to take a little side trip to Munson on his way back to
Bentlyville.
Ray Schultz had a theory
about detective work, persistence paid off. He was in a little diner
two-hundred miles east of Rawlings, showing Samantha’s picture to a
“Paul who,
what’s his last name? What does he
look like?”
“I don’t know his last name.
Do you think I ask for ID when I take an order? The only reason I remember him
is that he’s a character. You know a big bullshitter. He’s probably a
in his early forties. He’s not bad looking. He drives a big old black Cadillac.
He pointed it out to me one time. He’s proud of that car.”
“Does he come in here often?
Do you think he lives in the area?”
“He comes in here maybe once
a month. He’s not from around here. I’m sure of that. He might have told me
where he lives, but I don’t remember.”
When Detective Kovacs saw
Monica Breedlove’s story in the Examiner, he went ballistic. He was in the
squad room at the time and he started yelling to no one in particular, “God
damn that stupid bitch! What the fuck does she know? When I find out who’s
feeding her information, I’m going to cut his balls off.”
After he calmed down, Mark
Kovacs went into his office to go over his notes. He decided that from this
point on, he would keep a tighter lid on what he knew. There were some new
developments. He knew that Doctor Sherman had left Samantha Parker a sizeable
legacy and that did make him very suspicious, but the M.E. insisted that
Samantha leave town? It made no sense, especially if she stood to inherit 850
grand. It could be she didn’t know about the legacy. Kovacs concluded that was
the most likely reason and made the most sense.
In the case of the Hilbish
girl’s murder, it was possible that Samantha met Doug Ferron when she was in
the hospital. On the surface, that seemed suspicious too, but only
wasn’t talking, but Kovacs was sure that eventually she would. When she did,
he’d know the underlying cause for Anna’s abduction.
Samantha had just started
eating dinner, when she sensed that someone was watching her. She looked around
the tiny restaurant. She saw a very good-looking man, who appeared to be in his
mid thirties, seated at a table nearby. She was sure he had been staring at
her. Samantha decided to call his bluff and asked, “Can I help you? Is there
something you want?”
The man was obviously
flustered and his face flushed slightly as he said, “I beg your pardon. Were
you talking to me?”
“Yes I was. Why were you
staring at me just now?”
The man got up from his table
and came over to where Samantha was sitting. He said, “I’m very sorry. I didn’t
mean to stare. I know you must think I’m rude. It’s just that it’s unusual to
see a young person like you visiting
teach art at the local high school.”
“I’m Samantha Elliot and I’m
not just visiting. I have plans to live here if I can find a job.”
“Oh really, what made you
choose
“Why do you want to know?”
“It looks like I just keep
digging myself into a deeper hole with you Miss Elliot. I guess that’s none of
my business. I’m sorry to have bothered you. I’ll just go back to my table and
leave you alone. I promise not to stare any more.”
Now Samantha began to feel a
bit guilty. Frank didn’t seem to be a bad sort and if she was
going to get to know the area, it wouldn’t hurt to make some acquaintances.
Samantha said, “Look Mr. Hall, I’ve had a long and tiring trip. I didn’t mean
that the way it sounded. To be honest, I’m not exactly sure why I chose to come
here. I guess it was just the luck of the draw. I suppose you think that’s
probably a reckless way to plan a future.”
Frank smiled and said,
“Actually, I don’t think that at all. For the most part, life is a gamble. We
take our chances and see what turns up. Several years ago, I did the same thing
as you. I was teaching in
and decided that I wanted a change. I floated some resumes and here I am. I’ve
never regretted the decision. Since you’re planning to stay in the area, I hope
we can get to be good friends.” Frank held out a hand and said, “I’m very
pleased to meet you Miss Elliot. I salute your adventuresome spirit.”
Samantha smiled and said,
“Thank you Mr. Hall.”
“If we’re going to be
friends, please dispense with the Mr. Hall. Frank suits me just fine.”
“OK Frank, Samantha suits
me.”
“OK, Samantha it is. Would
you like some company?”
“Sure, why not,” Samantha
replied. She thought Frank was very nice looking. He had big brown eyes and
thick wavy hair. He was medium height and had a muscular build. His face was
pleasant enough, but somewhat inscrutable. Samantha couldn’t seem to get a read
on Frank’s basic personality. In his case, her instincts weren’t telling her
much of anything, but her body was definitely responding to his obvious
masculinity. As Frank sat down at the table with her, Samantha was already
making a vow to be very careful about getting involved too quickly.