G. A. Colin

The sound you hear is me popping the top of my Voo Doo Ranger.

It is so hot, that our AC can't keep up. We have it set for 74 and it's 78. And no comments about we are causing this. A recent report said there was no ice in Greenland 400,000 years ago. The Mayan calendar reset in 2012. Once Ohio was sub tropical. If it happened before, it will happen again.

So the Pentagon says UFO’s are real, except they call them UAP. Frankly I’m amazed the general public hasn’t panicked that other worldly beings are doing daily flybys in our airspace.

The Shocking News

As the light of day slowly started the wake up cycle, and the pounding in my head told me that doing a Kevin Costner movie marathon while drinking single malt scotch was a bad idea, I silently prayed to the scotch gods that I had not finished my dad’s last bottle.

I forced my eyes open and seeing the Boys II to Men poster on the ceiling of my bedroom, I once again questioned my decision to come home. Then I realized that I not only came home to see mom, but my best friend Sam. I sat up too quickly and the pain in my head went right to my stomach and the urge to hurl up old scotch consumed me. Fortunately, I managed to hold it in. I grabbed my cell and texted Sam, “Looking forward to seeing my besty and your new squeeze. We still meeting at the O.P.?”

I looked at my cell for a few seconds expecting the … of returning text but nothing. I shrugged knowing Sam was not the best at returning text. I staggered to the bathroom thinking: brush teeth, shower off my hangover and I will be right as rain. In the shower, the hot water and soap felt so good, I realized it’s been awhile since I’ve had s*x, and the thought of pleasuring myself crossed my mind. Hearing my mom’s voice killed that idea.

“Gina! Your friend Samatha is on the news, she has been murdered!”

Facing Reality

When you hear news so shocking you refuse to believe it, that is what I felt. A nightmare that would not end. I stood in front of my mom’s television set hugging the robe around me. I was numb watching the local news telling me about the girl that was brutally murdered and dismembered. All the while showing Sam’s Facebook profile picture in the upper right corner of the screen. This can’t be real?

Somehow the sound of my cell ringing broke me from being entranced from the news cast. “My…”

“Your what dear?” My mother asked.

“My cell… I… hear it ringing.”

“It’s right here sweetheart, on the coffee table. You laid it here when you went to take a shower.”

The phone went silent. She looked at the missed call and it was a number she did not recognize. The same number rang her again and she dropped it in shock.

This time she composed herself and answered the call. With a shaky voice she answered, “Hello?”

“This is the Columbus Police Department calling, I am detective Jack Oakley. Are you Gina Reese?”

“I… am. Please tell me Sam’s alive and this is some kind of mistake.”

“I’m afraid to tell you that no mistake has been made. I can not make you cooperate with us at this point, but if you have nothing to hide, you will answer my questions.”

“Are you saying that I am a suspect? Her concern turned to anger.

A long silence before the detective answered. “I am saying you are a person of interest. In the days leading up to her death, she received two text and one phone call. The two text are from you, the other is a call from someone by the name of Toni.”

Toni! Sam’s new girlfriend.

“Detective, I am not going to do your job for you. If you want to arrest me, then do it! I… on the other hand am going to find out who killed my friend. If you want to question me, here is the number of my attorney.” The detective ended the call.

“They can’t possibly believe you had anything to do with this?”

Gina looked at her mom, she wanted to tell her to quit being so theatrical, but all she said was, “No… they are grasping for straws. The CPD are not known for their police skills. If only I knew someone who worked in the CPD.”

“Wait… didn’t my friend’s son go to school with you?”

“What? What friend?” Gina was confused by her mother’s comment.

“My friend Laura Cohen. Her son is a patrolmen for the CPD. I think his name is Benjamin.”
Gina’s face lit up with surprise. “Ben Cohen is a cop?”

“Yes, Laura goes on and on about him. I swear she thinks he is a Sherlock Holmes or something. Normally, I would shut her down, but she always buys the good booze. So I just smile and nod until I’m good and buzzed.”

“Mother!”

“What, I’m old, not dead. Plus it makes love time with your dad better.”

“Oh my God mother, TMI!” At that moment she decided she had enough of her childhood home in Dublin. She went upstairs, grabbed her overnight bang and drove back to her place in German Village.

Gina tried to block out what her mother said about her s*x life by thinking about little Ben Cohen. Two years her junior and he had always had a crush on her. She went to her room to get her year book and looked for his picture. Leafing through the book she found his class picture. Just as she remembered, a redhead with freckles and zits with a gap between his two front teeth. Now, how do I accidentally bump into him? She thought a moment and it hit her…. Social media!

She pulled out her phone and opened Facebook. She typed in Ben Cohen. Several showed up, but the only two in Columbus were not him. She retyped Benjamin Cohen, several more appeared. This time four from Columbus. The first was a bust, same with the second. The third however, the age matched… but the photo… if that was indeed little Ben, he sure aged well. The gap tooth was gone, his hair more of strawberry blond and a perfect complexion. Hell he could be a model. She clicked on “About.” He was a cop on CPD. She kept looking at his page and found an event he was going to. Highball! He’s going to Highball. I guess I am too.

The Highball is one of the nations biggest and best Halloween costume party. The costumes are either incredibly inventive, or incredibly s*xy. It is typically hosted by Nina West, Columbus’s most famous drag queen.

The one thing I love about halloween, you get to dress like a slt and get away with it. Gina started looking through her outfits she bought for halloween and for playtime with her ex boyfriend. She could be the s*xy nurse, a pl***oy bunny… no too predictable. A devilish smile crept across her lips. Dr. Frank N Furter fishnet stockings and corset was just what might catch Ben’s eye. She was sure she remembered seeing him at the Graceland midnight show every time she went.

She tried it on, and it still fit perfectly, it highlighted her curves and cleavage. She decided to put on her f-me black pumps to finish the outfit. Yep, I still got it. Feeling s*xy she decided she needed some stress relief. She stripped out of her costume and got in bed. She opened her bedside drawer and pulled out Bob. She flipped on the switch and Bob vibrated in her hand. Gently she placed it between her legs. Bob tingled at first. Then the first wave started to roll. She gasped and began pinching her ni**le with her free hand. She writhed in pleasure as another wave rolled over her. She shook uncontrollably as she climaxed, licking her lips in satisfaction.