VOLUME THREE: DEADLY DELIVERANCE

"Ahh!! Oh!! Yes! Yes! It feels so good! Right there! Please, don't stop, please," Lisa Conover muttered. "Harder, harder! No! Don't leave now!" She groaned as she pounded her fists into the hardwood floor. "Damn it! Why did you stop?" she asked Godiva, her twenty-two-pound silver tabby cat, who had jumped off her back and now sauntered over to a sunny spot on the carpet, flopping down in a very unladylike manner. Just like Sam used to do years ago, ...