Meet the Characters: Tammy Logan, the Second Murder Victim

YOUR LAST BREATH

A SHOCKING, GRIPPING THRILLER

 Please be aware, explicit sexual language is contained in the following excerpt.

The more I refused Tammy’s advances, the more of a challenge I became to her. The last time she came on to me, she wasn’t taking no for an answer. I was picking up some ceiling tiles and light fixtures we needed from a dimly lit, back room of her store when the room darkened even more. Someone was standing in the doorway behind me, blocking light from the store.

I knew by her alluring perfume it was Tammy. Before I could turn around, she was pressing her large chest into my back as one of her large, burly hands caressed my crotch, causing me to become slightly aroused.

“Quit fighting me, Ray! You know you want to screw me. I can feel it in my hand how much you want to be in me.”

“Tammy, please!” I said, trying to wriggle from her grasp, but she had me pinned tight against a stack of drywall mud buckets.

“Please…? Please what, Ray? Please right now…? I’m game if you are!”

I managed to turn around which put us face to face. She used her large breasts to keep me off balance while she continued to caress my swelling cock. “No, please stop! You’re a married woman… Eddie doesn’t deserve this…. I won’t do this to him.”

“To hell with Eddie, he’s a doofus who’s never home. I have needs.” She squeezed me painfully.

“Well, find someone else for those needs. I won’t do it,” I said, trying to turn away from her without pissing her off. It didn’t work.

Her playful look was replaced by anger. “I’m not asking any longer, I’m telling you. Get those jeans off and let’s go.” She squeezed even tighter. My eyes were teary from the pain as she twisted and tortured my junk. Right then, all I wanted to do was pound her face into a bloody pulp and slit her throat. I realized this large, ugly woman was nothing more than a bully. In severe pain and anger, I made a decision. “OK, but not here!”

“Well, where then?” She released her grip slightly.

“How about your place, Saturday night, say around nine?

Tammy gave up her hold on me. “Eddie won’t be back off the road until way after that, so that works. I’ll see you at nine, then. Remember, you’d better not stand me up. If you do, the next time I see you I’ll squeeze those things until they pop. Got it?”

I looked at her with disgust and replied, “Got it!”

There won’t be a next time I thought as she left me alone to nurse my throbbing balls. I was curious to see if killing someone else would inspire my writing—like it had when I’d killed Valerie—but until that moment with Tammy, I was hesitant to consider it seriously. The thought I might kill someone who didn’t deserve it bothered me, but after Tammy threatened me like that, I knew she was deserving of death…

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YOUR LAST BREATH