Winter Cabin - Part V (8 of 9)
Added 2021-03-18 21:01:01 +0000 UTCIt turned out, the stranger was expecting company. The door to the Winter Cabin opened and in walked a well dressed middle aged man, huddled from the biting cold. The warmth of the fire was a welcome feeling. Gerald Sinclair shook off the the glistening flakes of snow, stomping his expensive shoes on the hardwoods.
"You've done well," he commended his henchman with a curt nod. The stranger nodded silently. It had all been too easy. The trusting blonde answering the door had made sure of that.
Gerald Sinclair took a seat and regarded the slumbering Dawn Meadows, draped over the table top like a fine silk. "...And you, my dear... have been a thorn in my side one too many times," he purred, draping his hand over the femininely slender sweater clad arm of the blonde reporter. His fingers unconsciously inspected the knit material, kneading at the soft flesh beneath. She didn't resist, didn't flinch, didn't react. Her pink glossed lips and reddened porcelain cheeks emitted delicate nearly imperceptible breaths as her bosom rose and fell.
