A Witch and Her Man (Jeff and Gail) by G.E. Stills

the more it stinks. Well, Captain Tom Bradford, we'll just find out what you know.
     
    When he got home, he put the CD in his computer and started opening files. One in particular contained photos that turned his stomach. He made some notes and looked at the clock. He reached a decision quickly and went back out to his car. For the first time in a long time he had somewhere to go for comfort. I hope she's up for company because I'm going to need her more than usual, and soon.
     
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    Gail was sleeping soundly when the doorbell rang. She got up and threw on her robe to cover her nakedness. Stepping into the living room, she found Greta already there with her gun drawn.
     
    "Stay back," Greta ordered.
     
    Gail stayed in the darkened doorway to her room. After looking through the peephole, Greta visibly relaxed, opened the door and ushered Jeff in.
     
    "Sorry for coming over so late, Greta. I need to see Gail. You can go back to bed."
     
    "Good night, Jeff. Good night, Gail," she said, turning to Gail. Greta went back down the hall to her own room.
     
    Gail rushed across the living room and planted a big kiss on his lips. Jeff kissed her back but she could sense something was wrong. She stepped back and gazed at him. "Tell me what's troubling you."
     
    "Just hold me... please."
     
    Gail wrapped her arms around him and felt him shaking.
     
    "What's wrong, Jeff? Please tell me," she pleaded.
     
    "It's better you don't know right now. Maybe later when things are over."
     
    "What things? Jeff, I'm getting scared. Tell me something."
     
    Jeff acquiesced slightly. "The ball is rolling and heads are starting to tumble, that's all I'm going to say."
     
    She noted bags under his eyes. "When was the last time you slept?"
     
    "Uh, I don't know… a day ago, maybe more. I don't remember for sure."
     
    Turning toward her bedroom, she led Jeff by the hand. She sat him down on the edge of the bed and told him to get undressed.
     
    "Gail, I really don't feel like..." he started.
     
    "Shhh, just do what I tell you to do," she ordered in a firm voice.
     
    Jeff was too tired to argue so he started to remove his clothes instead. She helped him remove his holster and he watched as she carefully placed it on the nightstand within easy reach. She finished undressing him and helped him roll onto the bed. Shucking off her robe and throwing it on the edge of the bed, she curled up beside him, pulling the sheet up to cover them. She cradled his head to her breasts and ran her hand gently through his hair. Although she did not know what was going on, she knew instinctively he needed her comforting hands. Slowly his shaking subsided. Before long, his deep breathing indicated he was asleep. She continued to stroke her hand through his hair for a long time, lost in her own thoughts. Finally she also drifted into slumber.
     
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    Jeff woke with a start. At first he did not remember where he was, but as his gaze roved over the familiar room, he sighed in relief. He relaxed even more when he saw his gun on the nightstand. Throwing the sheets to the side, he realized he was naked. He looked around and found his boxers on the floor at the foot of the bed. He slipped them on and headed out of the room toward the kitchen. He smiled as he heard soft humming to a tune he was familiar with but could not remember the name of.
     
    He walked softly into the kitchen and saw Gail with her back to him, doing something at the sink. She was wearing one of his white dress shirts. The tail of the shirt was just long enough to cover the sensual curves of her butt.
     
    I wondered where that shirt went to. It looks good on her . He grinned.
     
    "Good morning," he spoke softly, hoping to not scare her.
     
    "Actually, it's evening." She turned to face him.
     
    The front tail of his shirt covered her sex... barely. She followed his gaze downward, batted her eyes and said, "I borrowed it. I hope you don't mind."
     
    "Of course not. Looks much better