The continuation of the Serial Thriller Novel Dead Play by Terry L. Raun. To read this from the beginning go HERE.

Abby loved her house and her furniture. Her dining room table was her favorite and now it was an accessory to a crime. Of the thousands of hand crafted, Ethan Allen tables that had been used for distributing drugs or making tidy razor formed lines of coke or had marijuana sorted seed from stem, this table was supportive of one of the most creative drug activities possible. On a carefully split open trash bag, taped securely over the top and around the legs of the table, Eddie had set up a limited production facility.

Resting on a circular metal jeweler’s base was a modeling stand with a miniature vice like alligator clip that Sara enjoyed most on her left nipple. The clip delicately held a blue Viagra pill and Eddie toiled over the pill with a small modelers drill. This was his third attempt and he was improving. He had managed to drill the hole without cracking the shell and was using a small awl to loosen up the powered medicine inside while still not cracking the exterior shell. Every few scrapes inside the pill he used a tiny vacuum to suck out the powder. As best she could tell, the shell was half empty. He said his hands were tired and he decided enough was enough.

Sara had overseen his efforts and provided encouragement to Eddie and alcohol to Abby. Abby watched the operation with a combination of hostility, awe, and consternation. She was glad Eddie was there to help, because her hands hadn’t stopped shaking since she had read the information in the package sitting on the table. What a terrible few hours that had been. For Abby, there had been moments of guilt over the last week; usually, after one of several sexual escapades played out with Eddie, Sara or both. Before orgasm, Abby never felt doubt, just need. More compelling need than she had ever experienced. She couldn’t have stopped herself from playing with these two if her life depended on it. Together, Eddie and Sara were the perfect sexual partners and Sara had provided a source of emotional and physical connection that Abby had been missing for a dozen years. Eddie had provided a sometimes gentle and often times ravaging sexual aspect that was the perfect balance.

Every time Abby said safe, he had stopped and both he and Sara had cradled her into comfort. It was almost as if her needs were the only thing in this beautiful young couple’s world. In the after glow they had all discussed her disintegrating relationship with her husband. That was when guilt came to play. Not guilt like she had now. Now, watching this operation she had guilt of enormous capacity but it was quelled by rage.

The rage had come at the urging and assistance of Sara. Early in the week, Sara informed Abby that she had some skill as a hacker and would be happy to see what Bill was up to on line. It was to assuage the guilt that Abby felt and Abby was sure that Sara would only find BDSM sites and sex chats. Abby would have bet her life Bill was nothing if not sexually faithful.

According to the files on Sara’s computer and the print outs, Bill was indeed far more than nothing. The porn sites Sara found weren’t any big surprise; although some of them were a bit more violent than she had anticipated. The extremely graphic sex chats that Sara had made copies of, had some pretty hostile things that Bill had said about his, fat unattractive wife, but he had said those same things to her. So, she was only hurt the usual amount. The thing that had done the damage was Sara’s finding out that that stupid bastard had been banging their therapist. That bitch, Catherine Anne, had been doing amazingly deviant things with her husband while being paid to help the couple.

Sara had held Abby through the painful disclosure; telling Abby whatever she needed to do both Sara and Eddie would be there for her. Being there for her was something more than Abby would normally have expected, but Sara and Eddie were always more than expected. It had taken less time for Abby to decide that her only real choice was to make room in her life and her home for her new loves. Abby still fretted over the idea of a poly relationship, but while the fretting was difficult, it wasn’t nearly as tough as the thought of losing either Sara or Eddie. Swinging had been a difficult step for her. So was the pain play initiated by Bill. In the end, poly love was at least love, and Abby had known she was capable of anything for love. Well, almost anything.

Read the serialized thriller web novel “Dead Play” from the Beginning HERE