Thread: Killers Affair —  [LackingInHeart & Death by orgasm]

RE Killers Affair - LackingInHeart Death by orgasm On the other side of that thick, heavy door was a small room that had enough space to sit a table of people, but no more than that. The light grey room was well lit, with a stainless steel table that was bolted to the ground as well as one occupied chair. On the side of the table, sat Maximilian Ingle. Standing 6'1 with thick short curly hair, a narrow face, a large pair of eyeglasses on. With a slightly crooked jaw, could only smirk the other half just couldn't curl up. He had been sitting with this headed bow down just a little bit. He had been staring at that blank yellow legal pad and pen that sat on the other side of the table like a manic. He was a drawer, at least an amet one. That was the one think that they had refused him while he was in there. They felt that him expressing himself via pen and paper was too much. That made him furious. He also was dying to know what she was going to be filling those pages with in terms of notes. What if she didn't any notes? He tried to push the idea out of his mind. Minutes later he could hear the distinct click-clacking of high heels approaching on the other side of the door, raising his head he was at attention when the duo walked into the room. The sound of his rattling chains and handcuffs pulled tight allowing him only to stand mostly. Bowing his head, he sat back down. Staring at the woman over the top of his glasses, she was a slender woman with short hair tucked back behind her ears. She was dressed conservatively for the visit, ideally for obvious reasons. Josh introduced the two, This is Ms. Grant, who will be talking to you this after noon. This is Maxillian Ingle, he has two counts of alleged homicide, which were dismissed for lack of evidence. There were no other lead suspects still open cases. Three counts of violent rape, and nearly a dozen counts of sexual assault. Josh turning to Max, I expect you on your best behavior, nothing less than that. Approaching back toward the door, he pulled Jillian aside and in a very hushed voice. Don't tell these people your first name. Exiting out the door he turned back, Max, be a good. Ms. Grant, I'll be near by attending to a few things. There are two guards out in this lobby, on call for you. So if you need anything, just give them a shout and they'll be in faster than you can blink. The door closed shut as he walked out, echoing into the room as Ms. Grant took her seat. Max leaned back into his chair trying to get as comfortable as he could given that he can't move his chair so he'd just have to get by however he can. Deciding to break the silence, I like those shoes a lot, chuckling to himself and then quiting down. Sniffling, bending over to scratch his nose he, shook his hair back a little bit he postured up sizing up Ms. Grant again. I hope the boys in the yard welcomed you in like the true gentlemen that they are. Some people are just desperate to show of their little cocks. Squinting at the woman on the other side of the table, So how can I help you Ms. Grant--how old are you? What's this exactly about? Are you some journalist, or some psych major doing her thesis? We don't get many strangers coming around here to visit us. Let alone cute ones you're certainly a breath of fresh air. Shifting around in his seat some more trying to get comfy, These fuckers don't have a comfy chair in the whole fucking place. Bending over taking his glasses off and folding them and setting them aside, fidgeting with them until they were just exactly so at the angle he pleased. Folding his hands on the table clearing his throat, So shall we get started? I'm a little shy, so if you're looking to hear something specific, just gotta say it. I'm not great a flirting. Again just chuckling to his own joke.