The Beast of Bell Island part 18

Brooke went upstairs to take a shower, feeling like several of Jack’s million bucks. She hummed a song and stepped out, fresh, clean, and ready to tackle the day. Well, maybe not tackle the day; there wasn’t much to tackle until – “Good morning, Miss Foster,” Amos said. “Apologies for interrupting, but your father is […]

The Beast of Bell Island part 18

The Beast of Bell Island part 17

It looked amazing from afar, but got a little more intimidating the closer she got. “You really don’t have to,” he said when she hadn’t made a move yet. “I’m just… deciding on where to start, is all.” Jack chuckled. “You can start by putting your hands on it…” So she did. Her palms went […]

The Beast of Bell Island part 17

The Beast of Bell Island part 15

Brooke spent the day wandering the house and browsing the internet while she waited for her father to get back to her about the tattoo shop, and hoping that Gary Patel wouldn’t try anything again. She browsed Jack’s collection of books – tomes on everything from software design to logic systems to biographies of classical […]

The Beast of Bell Island part 15

The Beast of Bell Island part 14

Light from the morning sun blasted into her face and Brooke woke up with a groan, turning over and putting a second pillow on her head. She was having such nice dreams, and was sleeping so soundly after rubbing another one out last night… this just wasn’t fair. As she was about to close her […]

The Beast of Bell Island part 14

The Beast of Bell Island part 13

She held on tight, eyes closed because she half-expected him to kick her from him like a piece of garbage stuck to his leg. She could feel the flexing muscles under his skin, the hard tendons like cables strung up the length of his towering limb. And still she held on, pressing the whole of […]

The Beast of Bell Island part 13

The Beast of Bell Island part 12

Brooke had a very nice conversation with the dot work specialist at Furious Ink. With a little suggestive social engineering, she was able to finally remember such a client. “It was in the summer, I think? Yeah, summer. I remember she called us first thing one morning, wondering if we had a spot for her […]

The Beast of Bell Island part 12

The Beast of Bell Island part 11

It was a very intimate thing, sitting on his shoulder like that, she realized. Through her jeans she could feel the cordage of his neck and shoulders and the hard ridge of his collarbone. At her elbow was an ear the size of a small plate, and his loose hairs tickled her shoulder. In the […]

The Beast of Bell Island part 11