In what little spare time I have, I attempt to write. This is a work in progress:

BLOOD DREAMS

PROLOGUE  
 May 19, 1998
   It happened today. I saw her on the street next to the bookstore and I followed 
her. I hadn't meant to but I couldn't help myself. 
   Her hair was tied back and hung down  like an ebony waterfall. It swung as she 
walked, glinting in the sun.  
   I didn't see her face but I know it was her. The walk was the same. She must 
have dyed her hair to fool me but whenever I see her I get this feeling low in my 
gut and I know that it's her. Blonde, redhead, whatever she may try It doesn't 
matter. I always find her.
 She was wearing pants. I told her I hate it when she does because of how they 
hug her ass, making men look up between her legs. The thought of their eyes 
between her legs. My hands trembled.
   She wandered around downtown shopping probably hoping to loose me. I know 
she must feel me near her.
   She finally quit teasing me and went home.  She is living in an apartment on 
spring street. I saw her go in and then I waited but she didn't come back out.
I stayed there outside waiting until it was as dark as her hair, then I climbed the 
fire escape. I watched her from the other side of the glass. She knew I was there 
because she started teasing me with her body. Twisting it this way and that as she 
laid sprawled on a couch, her legs spread, her head thrown back, her hair 
spilling over the arm of the couch, caught up in the phone cord. She hung up the 
phone and left the room.
   I heard the water in the bathroom. I popped the small pane next to the latch and 
opened the window. The sound of the water led me into the darkness of the 
hallway. I could see her.  The light from the bathroom cut into the hallway from 
the slightly ajar door, and I could see her. 
   The white of her skin, the black of her hair, She was bent over the white 
porcelain tub with her taut ass in the air. The white of her skin was blemished 
only by the shadowed recess that curved down between her legs. 
   She was filling the tub. Steam rose up, caressing her chest, kissing her brown 
tipped pale breasts, leaving little droplets that beaded up on the tips of her 
nipples and others that formed small streams running down the front of her torso 
and down her back. Both sides meeting between her legs.
   My pants tightened. Quietly I disrobed in the dark of the hallway. Me in the 
darkness of her hallway, she in the light of her bathroom putting perfumed salts 
into her water.
     The flesh of her ass gleaming as she moved, her breasts bouncing as she 
turned the faucet off. She pinned her hair up loosely with only a few tendrils wet 
from the steam against her neck and ears. I had to concentrate on not breathing 
too loud. Her clothes were on the floor and I could see her bra laying on top next 
to her panties. I had reached my limit. While her back was to me I rushed forward 
grabbing her bra.
   I caught her from behind before she knew what was happening. I forced her 
down into the tub and held her head under until she stopped struggling and 
passed out. Then I brought her up and laid her on the bathroom floor.
   Water gurgled up and dribbled out of the sides of her mouth as she gasped for
breath. The coughing up of water became so forced her body flopped like a fish 
on the floor. I flipped her over on her stomach. Grasping her arms I bound them 
behind her back with her bra. Her black hair, wet from the tub was wrapped 
about her head. Her hands, bound by her bra, rested along the top slope of her 
ass.
  She woke up, screaming.
   I reached over and grabbed her panties stuffing them into her mouth. She 
struggled to dislodge me but I placed my hands on the back of her thighs to still 
them then leaned in and bit her ass cheek, because I could and I wanted her to 
know it. She stilled only because I was biting hard. Reluctantly I released her ass 
and stood up.
 Now that we were back together we had the whole night to celebrate.

CHAPTER ONE
May 20, 1998
The flashing blue/red lights cut through the gloom of the overcast sky, Sporadic radio 
bursts mingled with the sound of the rain and still distant cracks of thunder.  Will pulled 
the collar of his jacket up in a vain attempt to block the trickle of water down his neck, 
wishing he had the hat he had left on the kitchen counter when he rushed out this
afternoon.
   A figure splashed over to him. It was Purdy. Will felt a flash of pity, 'so young to be 
here for this. This was hard enough for veterans, much less a newbie college grad. Oh 
well it's experience' 
   "Lorraine says the coroner is finally on his way. He was up at the lodge celebrating an 
anniversary or something that's why they couldn't find him." Purdy cast furtive glances 
behind Will where the flash bulbs were going off. "clyde about finished with the photos?"
  "Little longer, We got to turn her over and then We'll be ready for the coroner." Will 
glanced over his shoulder. "Tell Lorraine to contact the state lab, We will need a rush on 
anything we collect here." Will walked back to the photographer was working leaving 
purdy to wander back to the ring of police cars at the edge of the quarry.
  "'Bout finished here, Clyde?" Will stopped next to the photographer.
  "'Bout." Clyde's answer was terse. He had just finished a large meal at mama San's glop 
palace and now he was having a hard time holding it down.
  "Well I need you to take some shots up near the drop, SAM thinks it may be where the 
car parked when they dropped her." Will was glad he hadn't eaten before the call.
  "'Kay" Clyde muttered and moved off the make his way to the cliff road. The rain  puddled in the furrows left behind after the body had been turned over. A young officer 
was trying to collect whatever evidence there may be before it got covered by the water.
  "How long you think she's been here?" Will turned to find Purdy back at his elbow.
  "Hard to say, at least a day or two, Coroner will be able to tell us more."
  "Well jack just radioed to say the coroners station wagon just pulled through the quarry 
gates." Purdy relayed the message. He eyed the body laying white and still in the mud. 
"Real shame, huh."
  "Yeah," Will agreed "real shame" for some reason the way Purdy eyed the scene made 
him uncomfortable. "well don't just stand there go help guide him in." Will dismissed 
Purdy and went back to contemplating the problems at hand
  "Late twenties, early thirties, well nourished, she don't look like a runaway or a hooker." 
Joshua, Will's 2nd in command shook his head. "She's been dead awhile, but not here. 
David ran his usual check here yesterday and this place was clear. So she was dumped 
sometime last night or this morning."
  "Find much?" Will asked.
  "Nope, no cigarette butts, no footprints, no one here to see anything. Damn good spot to 
dump."  Joshua pulled a notebook from his back pocket. "So what's the drill for this 
one?"
  Will was quiet, thinking. "I have a bad feeling about this. This won't be the only one. So 
have David and Jim do the regular check and I want you to organize a little search, 
quietly."
  "Search?" Joshua looked at Will inquiringly. "Around here?"
  "Around the county." Will stated. "You know this area better than most. Go find a few 
damn good dump sites. See if there are more. And I hope I am wrong."
  "Sounds like the needle and the haystack. Lots of county, hope there isn't a time limit."
Joshua put his notebook away. "You think it's someone from around here."
   Will watched the coroner's car ease up past the ring of patrol cars.  "At this point, I just 
don't know. But I have a feeling that this is just the beginning."

The thin crimson line slipped across her pale white thigh into the clear water and 
billowed out, at first a small red cloud that dissipated as it grew then was gone. another 
rivulet of blood that became a flood until the bath water was as dark as the river.
I sat there watching her slip away, a heartbeat at a time. Long after the light had faded 
from her eyes, and the last rivulet had dried and caked, I watched her. Her ivory skin 
drained to white, her body still. I reached over to caress her breasts, to fondle the now 
silent, empty shell. My excitement started to build again. My groin tightened. I pulled the 
plug and the water began draining away from her thighs and out. Now The fun began 
again.