Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I nearly laughed at the large man as his eyes kept dodging around the room looking for means of escape.
So he wasn’t a snake person, was he? Maybe I shouldn’t show him my other room. He might get a little freaked out.
“Of course,” I replied. “I don’t really know my neighbors all that well. I’ve only lived here for a month. My name’s Adeline Sheffield.”
I followed him out of the apartment and came to a stop on the landing. “Do I need to lock it?” I asked thoughtfully.
He stopped four steps down, and it put me right at eye level with him. Geez, how tall was this guy? Eight feet?
“Nah,” he said. “We’re just going to be right down there. It’s probably nothing, anyway.”
I nodded, and then followed him down until he came to a stop before another big man. Only this one wasn’t as tall as him. And he was in just the bottom part of the bunker gear. His jacket was laying on the passenger seat of the big, red fire truck that was parked right outside my front door.
Wow. They sure did know how to grow ‘em in the South, didn’t they?
***
Kettle
Holy shit. The woman was hot.
And I’d nearly hit her over the head with my fist when I went to knock on her door.
That would’ve been fun to explain to my superiors. ‘I accidentally whacked her in the face when I was knocking on the door. I didn’t mean to knock her out. Promise.’
On the bright side, I knew her name.
Adeline Sheffield.
It didn’t fit her. Not with all those tattoos. She looked more like a Cat, or a Roxie.
The woman was hotter than fuck.
She had black hair that was slicked back into a funky ponytail at the tiptop of her head, and she was wearing a killer pair of jeans that made her ass look like a dream.
The shirt she was wearing was skimpy, and most likely was an undershirt of some sort. It showed off her small breasts perfectly, and I could make out every single bump of her hard nipples and areola.
It also showed off the multiple tattoos on her back, forearm, shoulder, and wrist.
“What’s the situation?” Sebastian, my best friend, brother, and boss, interrupted my degenerating thoughts.
Sebastian and I had been best friends for over ten years now. We’d met while we were fighting fires overseas in the military.
Although that’s where the similarities ended.
Sebastian had been a firefighter in the marines while I’d been a firefighter in the Army.
We’d been in different military branches, yet come together to fight a common enemy.
“Goliath thinks they’re smoking weed in the apartment below me and it’s coming up through my floor.” Adeline said, smoothing her dainty hands over the snake’s lithe body.
Sebastian, who’d been watching the happenings going on at the bottom apartment, snapped his eyes to the woman. They promptly widened when he saw her.
Or maybe it was the six foot fucking snake wrapped around her neck and shoulders.
“Uhh, yeah. We’ve gotten calls to this place before. The man underneath you is dying of liver cancer and imbibes from time to time to control the pain. He lives with his teenage grandson, and the grandson isn’t known for his restraint. They’re probably lighting up together like they’ve done countless times before.” Sebastian said, tilting his head slightly, trying to figure the woman out.
“Mr. Bonner? I thought he was just kind of crazy. I guess it makes sense though. How sad.” Adeline replied morosely.
A commotion coming from the end of the parking lot had us all turning to see a frazzled woman in stilettos and the shortest skirt I’d ever seen running towards us.
Her tits were bouncing like the little bobble head dolls you see on dashboards, and looked perilously close to popping out of her skimpy little tube top all together if she didn’t slow down.
“I’m so sorry,” Bouncy Boobs apologized. “I was on a date. Which apartment do you need into?”
Adeline snorted. “Must have been some date.”
I barely contained my laugh in time before BB was bouncing her way to us.
“1A, ma’am.” Sebastian replied soberly.
He wasn’t in a laughing mood, apparently.
“Yes, yes,” she said hustling to the door.
The back looked even worse than the front. I could make out the red outline of her thong just above her slip of a skirt, and if I had to guess, a cell phone tucked into the back so-called pocket.
Nice.
“There you go; is there anything else I can help you with?” BB asked.
We waited patiently as the woman backed up and walked back to her car, not even giving the men entering into one of her properties another thought.
“Umm, is that your cat?” Sebastian asked worriedly, looking up at the window ledge of her apartment.
Adeline cursed soundly when she saw her cat leaning out the open window to her apartment. She disentangled herself from the snake, and thrust the beast into my hands before taking off at a sprint.
Now that was the type of ass you should be looking at and appreciating, I thought.
“The last time someone asked you to hold their snake it was that transvestite at the bar in Minneapolis.” Sebastian observed lightly.
“Fuck off,” I said as I held the large snake in my hands at arm’s length.
“Give it to me and go check out the apartment. Be careful.” He ordered.
Handing the thing off gladly, I walked slowly into the apartment.
It was cluttered.
Furniture lined the walls from one side of the doorjamb to the other, and in some places pieces stood two deep. In fact, there was a couch in front of a couch that had a coffee table in front of it.
This could almost qualify as hoarders, furniture style.
“Benton Fire Department!” I yelled once I cleared the first room.
After not hearing a reply, I cleared the kitchen, and then went to the back bedroom.
The smoke was thicker in the hallway, meaning whatever was done, was done in the bedroom area. Which explained why it was coming up through Adeline’s floor.
“BFD!” I yelled again.
Then had to control a snicker. It got to me every single time.