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Coming Again Book II in progress by Roger Vaughan
Chapter 1: Escape gently drawn her to her feet by one The handcuffs hurt. arm as if she were a feather. Becky They weren’t really handcuffs; had blindsided her when she’d gone they were those wire-tie things for the gun. The detective had read that law enforcement was using: her Miranda warning quietly, with mean, thin but tough plastic bands meaning, as if it were a poem. His designed to confine bulky bundles eyes were powerful, stern and conof wires. They proved very dam- trolling without being threatening. aging to one’s wrists if they were Admittedly, she had been transput on too tightly, and they were fixed by him. always put on too There would be The detective read her tightly. The least bit plenty of time to of struggle caused Miranda warning quietly, be furious, plenty painful chafing and of time to vent the with meaning. blood. They were inrage that comes with humane, ought to be outlawed. But failure, the deep-seated anger that they did have one advantage, Isha follows a devious plan gone wrong; thought. She tried to find the most plenty of time to nourish the vicious comfortable position for her bound revenge that was already growing wrists as the officers led her into the like a tumor in her heart. elevator. The ties calmed her down, She’d been through several ugly creating enough discomfort that years of scheming and pretending, her blind fury was reduced to a level being charming to idiots, jumping where her more rational self could into bed with creeps, all to end up in preside over the situation. Because handcuffs thanks to an incompetent rational was required. partner who couldn’t get his side of Her calm had started with the the job done, thanks to the clever detective, that large, cool hunk of little bastard son he had underesAfrican manhood who had moved timated. That she had underestithat bitch Becky off her and had mated. She had to share that part. 149
