Lincoln: Loud Ace Of Crime

CHAPTER 18

Lincoln was with Sindy in her room, they were making out.

Sindy: so how was the funeral, is your sister okay.

Lincoln: she getting by, but that's not what we need to worry about now.

Sindy: okay.

Lincoln pulled out handcuffs.

Lincoln: you mind if I cuff you.

Sindy: I don't know, Lincoln.

Lincoln: please, pretty please.

Sindy: who knew you were so into kinky stuff.

Lincoln took off his shirt tossing it aside.

Lincoln: me neither, but we're here aren't we.

...

Lincoln was putting his shirt back on.

Sindy: hey Lincoln can you untie me, I need to start packing for my move.

Lincoln just stared at her with a small smile.

Sindy: Lincoln, Lincoln?

Lincoln: you can cut the act now.

Sindy: act, what act?

Lincoln: if you want to keep acting...... matter of fact I have something I want to show you.

Lincoln pulled out a can of orange spray paint walking up to a wall spraying an ace on the wall.

Sindy was a bit in shock.

Sindy: Lincoln-

Lincoln: you still want to act like that?

Sindy sighed before becoming serious.

Sindy: okay, you got.

Sindy voice had gotten deeper with a mature tone.

Sindy: can I ask, what gave me away.

Lincoln: way to much, I know something was off the moment you walked in class for the first time.

Sindy: I see you're smarter than I thought.

Lincoln: if it was the old me you could have fooled me for years.

Sindy: old you?

Lincoln: enough about me, how old are you?

Sindy: who knows.

Lincoln: let's have some fun.

Lincoln pulled out a drill from his backpack with a devilish smile.

...

Lincoln was looking at Sindy's id.

Lincoln: Sandra Winters, age 37, you might be the first milf I've basically banged, you got a illness or something.

Lincoln

Sandra: *pant* it's a medical condition.

She spit out blood.

Lincoln: too bad, if you were my age, we could have been happy.

Sandra: it's not too late-

Lincoln: you can help me, blab blab blab, I don't want to be helped.

Sandra: doesn't matter, they'll find me.

Lincoln: not if I kill you now.

Sandra: you won't.

Lincoln: well, you're right about that.

Lincoln got on the bed with her getting close to her face.

Lincoln: I won't kill you, I'll brake you.

Lincoln kisses her before leaving.