Detective Liam Niles: The Diarium Of Lady Tauna Drake by BONITA HIGHLEY - HTML preview

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The hour went by fast, the days of Dayn McConol ceased,

never to be seen again. His final passage of recompense to

take place for his last endeavor of righting his wrongs, as

Inspector Crouse finished his discussion with the EMT, went

to Liam. The ambulance quietly drives away.

Pastor Connor, standing beside Bren, Tauna, as Liam and Trey

stood waiting.

Liam inquired. “Inspector Crouse?”

Inspector Crouse. ”He bled internally. My job is done here.”

Liam positioned himself before Inspector Crouse. “Inspector

Crouse. Thank you for this most invigorating comeback.”

Inspector Crouse, giving him a manly hand shake. “Anytime

Liam.” He walks to his car, drives off.

Pastor Roger with his wife, in much appreciation to them all.

“Connor, I want to thank you for helping me save my church.

The congregation is once again filling up. But this time, with

relevance. And we’ve had twenty baptisms this week alone. I

am forever in your debt.”

Pastor Connor smiled at him. “We walk into the kingdom of

god together, there is no debt to be paid back, apart of what

we were already given, god’s son as debt for us my brother in

Christ, my friend.” He gave his hugs to him.

Pastor Roger gave a tighter hug back.

Later that evening……

Tauna stood by Liam ready for bed. “So tell me the secret to

your best defense.”

Liam turned to her. “My Secret, the best defense, to never

give in what the enemy wants but to allow them to do each

other in. It’s so much easier with less effort of self strength.”

Tauna smiled. She began to unbutton, his white shirt, one at a

time. “Tell me my love, how did you manage to keep your

breath while laying on that stone alter?”

Liam pulls her closer to himself. Begins to unbuttoning her

shirt, undress her with his hands, her bareness showed. “It’s

called playing dead. It’s the oldest trick in the book, one that

never fails. It works –every- time.” While kissing her tenderly

on her lips “It’s just an old technique I learn as a kid. It’s all,

about, breath, control.” He grasped her mouth with his in

controlled breathing, then out of control, with nonstop

sensual kissing as he takes her to their bed in overwhelming

passion of pleasure.