Talia
Rumlow

Chapter Nine – Get Your Fucking Hands Off!! Mrs.Rumlow? Stupid ass. If it wasn’t for that fucking car, you’d be in New York tomorrow, and now… Now you’re stuck here… With him. For two fucking days. If not more. God, you should’ve found a Greyhound at that Motel. Well, too late for that now anyway. […]

Chapter Eight – What Do You Want Me To Say, Brock? Fuck! You’ll never hear the end of this. You fall stomach first down on the bed. Shit! He’ll mock you for this the rest of the fucking trip. You turn to your back, close your eyes. You can see him in your mind. Using […]

Chapter Seven – Arrg.. Piss off, Brock!!! The room is OK. Not the fanciest, but you didn’t expect him to put you in the Presidential Suite either. You lie down on the bed. Not the softest bed you’ve slept in, but at least he won’t be there. «You can play with your little toy… all […]

Chapter Six – Like What You See? – Fine, fucking keep it, Brock. I’m sure you’ll find a way to have some fun with it. You’ve ruined the thrill anyway. He looks at you. – Woah.. Hey, YN! I was only joking! You turn away from him, put your pants on. – Did you find […]

Chapter Five – What did you dream about? You scream your frustration down in the pillows. Fuck! His hands roaming your body. His lips, soft lips, all over you. Soft moans escaping you. He’s touching you. God, it feels so good. Your first. It didn’t even hurt when he entered you. Like some of your […]

Chapter Four – You´ll Never Understand Him He casually slides into the both opposite you. Looks at you. You look away. Why did he have to start this game? After a while a sweet blonde young lady comes over to you. She looks at Rumlow, almost doesn’t notice you. Of course. He has that effect […]

Chapter Three – You´re Reading Porn! For the next hour, you go through the house one more time. Make sure you haven’t forgotten anything. Lights off, no stove left on. Good. A honk sounds from outside. You walk out in the hallway, get your shoes on, and grab your bag and your suitcase. Honking again. […]

Chapter Two – The stupid, obnoxious one! For the next two months, you arrange everything. With Jacks help, you get most of your stuff into storage. The stuff you want to keep, anyway. The old furnitures you can sell with the house. They go with the Victorian style house. Won’t fit into a small apartment […]

Chapter One – What Brock? He´s A Good Guy – God, we thank you for the life that you give us. It is full of work and of responsibility, of sorrow and joy Today we thank you for Patricia Grace Rollins, for what she has given and received. Help us in our mourning and teach […]