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Amanda Young made her way to Mark Hoffman's apartment; John had tried to call him a few times during the day to get some information on future "contestants", but the Detective did not answer. John needed to leave for "business" overnight, so he asked Amanda to keep trying to contact Mark. Amanda smirked a bit when she thought about John saying he was going away on "business"; she knew damn well that he was going to go see his ex-wife…they still hooked up from time to time; Amanda had no idea why John could not be honest with her…she was not going to judge him because he decided that he still wanted to have sex with Jill. Despite what John thought about himself as being some "god", he still had needs like other people.

Amanda had grown tired of trying to get in contact with Mark by phone, so she decided to go over to his apartment, catching the late city bus to do so. She entered the lobby and went into the elevator; once on Mark's floor, she made her way to his apartment door. Hoffman lived in a decent place, but she could tell by the distance between the doors that the apartments were small…probably still better than her crap hole that she called "home." Amanda stood in front of the door and knocked…and knocked again three more times; maybe Mark was gone or he had company over and didn't want to be bothered. She knocked again and heard something, or someone, fall in the apartment. Amanda jiggled the door handle and found it unlocked; she braced herself and went inside; she found Mark lying on the floor and several beer cans surrounding him.

"Hey, Young, how's it going?" Mark said, or at least Amanda thought that is what he said because it was so slurred; "Mark, are you ok?" The Detective smiled at her; "Never better…you should come and drink some whiskey with me." Amanda cringed because whiskey was not a drink she liked; "How many drinks have you had?" Mark had managed to pull himself back onto the couch; "Ummm, a 12 pack and about five shots of Jack…I can keep count, Young." Amanda looked around and saw way more than 12 cans; "Are you sure, Mark? Because I see at least 10 more Dan's than that." Mark frowned; "Maybe I did lose count…are you going to tell John I relapsed?"

Amanda thought about how she could use this to her advantage; the Detective was always giving her hell about her past drug use and current cutting. But, she looked at Mark, who was clearly in distress about John finding out…he was probably afraid that he was going to be "interrogated" again with the shotgun mirror; Amanda thought how easily that Mark could tell John about her cutting…she may be looking at her own "interrogation" punish with another visit from the Reverse Bear Trap; "No, I'm not going to say anything."

Mark smiled weakly; "I miss Angie…I miss her so much." Amanda frowned softly; the man had never gotten over the death of his sister, nor the fact that her killer was freed so easily…it was a kick in the balls to a man like Mark, who at one time wanted to make a difference in the world; "I'm sorry, Mark." Amanda said…it was all she could say because she was certain that the Detective had heard every form of "comfort." Mark smiled again; "Did you need something?" Amanda returned the smile; "It can wait until tomorrow; how about you lie down on the couch for a while…I will clean this mess up for you." Mark frowned; "But, I'm not done drinking." Amanda smiled again and pushed him down on the couch; "You are for tonight because you are out of beer and it looks like the whiskey is gone too." It was a lie, but she stood in front of the whiskey bottle so Mark could not see it…she hoped her accepted her lie.

Mark did not get up from the couch; "Ok, I will go to sleep…I need a blanket though." Amanda grinned and reached to get the blanket behind him…she placed it over Mark; "There you go." Mark smiled and wrapped himself in it like a burrito; "Thanks." Amanda waited for a few moments before she moved; when Mark turned over, she took the whiskey bottle and placed it under the sink. Amanda grabbed the kitchen trash can and started collecting the beer cans to throw away; she looked over and Mark was starting to snore, loudly…she breathed a sigh of relief. Amanda continued to collect the beer cans and counted 24 cans overall; Mark had not come to the warehouse last night or today, so he might have been on a two-day bender. She took the trash can back to the kitchen and washed her hands; the rest of the apartment seemed to be in order. Amanda started to leave, but she knew she needed to get the information from Mark first thing in the morning; she was also concerned that Mark might end up choking on his vomit if he became sick. Why Amanda cared so much now, she had no idea.

She looked and saw that Mark had another blanket and a recliner; she decided to sleep there. Amanda took off her shoes and settled into the recliner, placing the blanket over her. She closed her eyes, but it soon became apparent that Mark's snoring was becoming louder. Amanda decided to go into Mark's bedroom; she would leave the door open so she could hear if he was in any distress. Confident in her decision, she made her way to Mark's bedroom; Amanda could see that Mark had a dark blue comforter and white sheets on his bed…she pulled it back and moved to the middle of the bed. Amanda nestled down, but became hot because of her pants; she took them off and placed them at the bottom of the bed. Now comfortable, she burrowed herself in Mark's bed; she could smell a mixture of Cheer detergent, Cool Water cologne, and the Detective's personal scent; Amanda found it quite intoxicating…no, she was not getting aroused because that was not possible…Mark was still the same brainless oaf as always; at least that was what Amanda kept telling herself.

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Mark woke up and saw that it was still dark; he must have passed out on the couch again. He got up and looked around; "I don't remember cleaning up." Mark shrugged…maybe he did and just didn't remember it. He made his way to his bedroom and slid into his bed; Mark quickly fell back asleep, but he thought he could smell a faint scent of CK One before darkness engulfed him.

A few hours passed and the sun started coming into the bedroom; Mark shut his eyes tight because he knew it would give him a headache…he needed to go shut the blind. Getting up, he started walking over to the window, and he saw a figure in the bed; Mark blinked a few times…had that person been there all night? He moved closer to bed and saw that the figure was a woman…had he gone and picked someone up last night? Mark got closer and tapped the shoulder of the woman; she turned around…it was Amanda; "What are you doing here, Young?" Mark started to shake a bit…had he given in to his secret desires and bedded his co-apprentice? He found himself getting angry that he did not remember any of it…If it happened, he wanted to have a memory at least.

Amanda looked at Mark; "Are you hungover?" He frowned, of course they had gotten drunk…there was no other excuse; "Not too bad…what about you?" Amanda smiled; "I didn't have any, but you tried to get me to have some whiskey." Mark was confused; "We didn't drink together?" Amanda shook her head negatively. Mark was even more dumbfounded; "We didn't sleep together?" Amanda smirked a bit; "No…I came in here to sleep because you were snoring on the couch so loudly." Mark felt a bit relieved, but a bit disappointed also; "You cleaned up too, didn't you?" Amanda grinned; "Yeah, I came over to get some information from you because John could not get a hold of you…you were drunk when I came over…you also left your apartment door unlocked." Mark nodded; he was starting to remember things now; "What information do you need?"

Amanda smiled; "How about you get a shower and I will make us some food? We can talk about it then." Mark nodded again and went to get a change of clothes before heading to his en-suite to shower. He turned on the water to get the shower at a nice temperature; Mark looked at his clothing and realized that he forgot to get a shirt. He opened the en-suite door just a crack and what he saw made him breathe deeply. Amanda got out of his bed; she had a shirt on, but no pants or underwear. Mark watched her put on her jeans… She must not have worn underwear at all. He frowned, thinking about how close she was to being naked in his bed; Mark watched her exit his bedroom to go to the kitchen; he quickly went out and got his shirt. When he got back in the en-suite, Mark added a heavy dose of cold water to his shower.

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Fifteen minutes later, Mark emerged from his bedroom; Amanda had made them a light breakfast of items he had in his kitchen; cereal, toast, and coffee. She was already seated at the kitchen table, eating Apple Cinnamon Cheerios and thumbing through a newspaper. Mark grinned a bit; "No fancy breakfast?" Amanda smirked; "This was all you had, asshat." Mark grinned again and sat down, reaching for the coffee pot that sat on the table; "How bad was I last night?" Amanda swallowed her cereal; "I've seen worse drunks in my lifetime…you were quite pleasant to be around." Mark smirked; "I was out of character then." Amanda smirked back; "No shit." The two continued to eat for a while before Mark asked what information she needed; she gave Mark the paper that John had given her; "He had "business" to do last night, so he left the task to me." Mark blinked; "What kind of "business?" Amanda smirked and made a circle with one hand and inserted her other fingers in the circle. Mark smirked; "Really?" Amanda nodded.

With breakfast finished, Amanda cleared the table as Mark went to sit on the couch; "I can do the dishes later, just put them in the sink." Amanda nodded and did as he asked; she walked into the living room to put her shoes on; "If you are good now, I'm going to head back to the warehouse." Mark nodded, but he didn't want her to leave; "I got in the bed with you last night…I didn't know you were there…sorry." Amanda stopped herself from putting her shoes on; "I know…you were a gentleman and didn't bother me." Mark smirked; "What if I hadn't been a gentleman?" Amanda smirked; "Did you want to be a gentleman?" Mark smiled; "Not really." He decided to go for broke; seeing her without underwear this morning had awoken his secret desires again. She grinned and moved closer to Mark; "I liked the smell of your bed…I found it quite arousing."

Mark smiled, moving closer to her; "We can go back in there for a while if you want to, Young…all you have to do is say yes:" Amanda returned the smile; "Yes." She knew it wasn't rational for them to do this, but if John could go out and get laid, why couldn't they?

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Mark escorted Amanda to his bedroom; he had failed to notice that she had come back and remade the bed when he was in the shower. She leaned against the bed as Mark came closer; Amanda grinned and pulled Mark into a kiss, which he hungrily accepted. He shocked her by sucking on her tongue, which caused Amanda intense arousal, and she lifted his shirt off him. Amanda smiled and ran her hands all over Mark's chest; "Who knew you were this hot underneath all those dorky shirts you wear?" Mark grinned; "I think you'll like other things I have to offer, Young." Amanda looked up at him before she applied her lips to chest, kissing and then later sucking. Mark groaned; "Mmm, suck your mark into me, Mandy." She grinned against his chest and did as he requested. Satisfied, she pulled away.

Mark grabbed Amanda and tilted her neck back; My turn." He gently bit down on the side of her neck and started sucking; Amanda could feel her arousal rising even more…she needed to get out of these jeans. She moaned as Mark pulled away, lightly touching the mark he put on her neck; "Mine." he whispered. Amanda blinked and passionately kissed him again, sucking his tongue this time. Mark pushed her back on the bed and slowly lifted her shirt off; "Braless I see…I like what I am seeing." Mark said as he cupped her breasts, squeezing them together. Amanda moaned again at his ministrations; "Your mouth…now." Mark grinned; "I might if you say the magic word." Amanda grinned; "Please?" Mark shook his head; "Try again."

Amanda's mind was hazy, but she had an idea; "Please put your mouth on my breasts, Detective Hoffman." Mark blushed; it was quite hot hearing Amanda address him by his work title in this situation; he smiled and lowered his mouth to her breasts and started sucking; "Yes, Detective Hoffman, just like that." Mark groaned, completely aroused by his co-apprentice; her breasts were soft, but firm…Mark looked forward to seeing how they looked when Amanda would be on top of him later.

Mark pulled away, satisfied with the small hickey he had left on her perfect mounds; "What do you want next, Mandy?" He watched as Amanda processed her thoughts, but she answered with action instead. She smiled at Mark and unzipped her jeans; he smirked and placed his hand inside her jeans…he could feel the heat radiating off of her core; "You seem excited Mandy…and no underwear either." Amanda blushed; "I forgot to pack up a couple of extra bras and panties before I moved to the warehouse, so I am limited for a bit." Mark grinned and slid two fingers inside; "Underwear is overrated anyway, Young."

She sighed as she felt Mark work his fingers; it had been a few months since she had been with anyone, so Amanda was feeling a bit sore; she hoped Mark didn't notice. Mark looked at her face…yes, he saw it; "It's hurting some, isn't it?" Amanda blushed again; "Yeah…it's been a bit for me." She watched him smile and he withdrew one finger and continued his ministrations; "Better?" Amanda grinned and shook her head positively. Now comfortable, she began to moan in pleasure; "That feels so good, Detective Hoffman."

Mark grinned as she used his official title again; "You want more?" He watched Amanda smile as she pushed her jeans off her hips and shimmed out of them…they fell to the floor. Mark moved her so that Amanda's head was now on the pillows; he moved down to the bottom of the bed, positioning himself to go between her thighs; "Ready?" Amanda nodded and Mark moved his head closer; he began to work his mouth and tongue over her core. He sighed because it was good…her taste and scent were almost flowery and Mark liked it. There were times he would hit a sensitive area, and Amanda's thighs would slap his ears or would quiver.

Amanda focused her eyes on the ceiling and then around the room; her eyes landed on the dresser mirror across the bed…she could see herself and Mark's head between her thighs. She stared intently as she had never watched herself be pleasured before; Amanda sighed and put one of her legs on Mark's back and placed her hand on his, slowly massaging his head. Mark grunted at the gesture and increased his pace somewhat. Amanda never stopped looking at their reflection…who knew helping a drunk Mark would lead to this?

Mark glanced up briefly and saw Amanda starting straight ahead; he grinned because he figured she was looking in the dresser mirror of their actions. Mark was not one to watch himself have sex with someone; he concentrated on the task at hand and that was it. But, he wanted to watch himself with Amanda…why, he had no idea. He increased his ministrations even more and Amanda started moaning louder than earlier…she was getting there and fast. Mark felt Amanda suddenly grab his head with both of her hands and pull him further into her; she was also pushing herself up to his face…Mark was in sensory overload and lost himself in pleasuring her.

Amanda rocked her hips into Mark's face; she had never been pleasured like this before and she was close to reaching her apex. She stared straight in the mirror and watched herself climax, wrapping her legs around Mark's head, who panted and gasped as she did so. She released him and fell back on the pillows, catching her breath…Amanda's body felt like it had electricity going through it; "My body is tingling, Mark." Mark snorted slightly as he rested on her left thigh; "So is my tongue." He ran his tongue along his lips, tasting Amanda all over them; it was good, and he honestly wanted more. But, Mark decided he wanted to have a bit of pleasure; "Switch me places, Young." Amanda smiled and went down to the bottom of the bed. Mark briefly stood off the bed to remove his pants and boxers before positioning himself on his pillows, making sure he had a good view of the dresser mirror. He grinned at Amanda, who was looking intently at his more than average member; "Told you I had other things to offer, Mandy."

Amanda smirked; "That you do, Detective Hoffman." She wrapped her hand around and started moving it up and down, not breaking eye contact with Mark; "You like that?" Mark groaned in appreciation; she smiled and descended her mouth on him. Mark shot his head back briefly, but then stared into the dresser mirror, looking at Amanda down on him…never in his wildest fantasies did he think it would be this way; "So good, Mandy…" Mark praised. He wanted her to go deeper, but was not sure how to ask her without offending her; most women flat out refused if he even tried. Mark found out he didn't need to ask because Amanda made the choice for him; "Amanda…OH…I like that." He meant it…he tried to keep looking in the mirror, but found he could not take his eyes off Amanda.

Amanda relaxed her throat a bit more and briefly looked up at Mark, who had his eyes locked on her instead of the mirror; she reached for Mark's hand and placed it on her head, giving him control of how deep he wanted her to go. Mark grinned and pushed softly on her head; "You like it like that, don't you, Mandy?" She hummed in agreement and continued her task. Amanda could hear Mark moaning and panting in pleasure, but there was more to do. She raised her head; "I want you, Detective Hoffman." Mark smirked; "You can have me, Young." He reached over and got a condom…thinking about Amanda being in pain earlier, he decided to add Astroglide to their session; Mark did not use it often, but had it on hand in case the woman he was with wanted to try sex in a "different" manner. He placed the protection and Astroglide on himself; "What position do you want, Mandy?" He watched her grin as she straddled him with her back to his chest; "Mmm, good choice." Mark said as he slowly entered.

Amanda closed her eyes as she adjusted to Mark's size; the Astroglide he added helped, but she still needed to take it slow. She felt Mark starting to kiss her neck and the side of her face softly; "Just relax, Young…you feel so good." Amanda's walls began to relax and she started moving up and down. She heard Mark sigh and she looked into the mirror; he had his eyes locked on it, so she chose to join him; "Liking it, Detective Hoffman?" She watched him roll his eyes back slightly, and she smirked. Mark locked his eyes back on the mirror; it turned him on even more to see Amanda's expressions…even his own; "I like it…you feel so tight…so warm." It was pure pleasure to Mark…it was better than drinking, which had taken over his life for a long time. Doing this with Amanda did not make him desire drinking…no relapse. He smiled and tilted Amanda forward to make her go on her hands and knees; "My turn to take control, Young."

Mark readjusted himself and began to thrust harder into his co-apprentice; "You like that, baby?" He looked into the mirror and saw Amanda looking right at him; "Yes, I do, Detective Hoffman." He grinned and smacked the side of her rear a few times, watching her expression in the mirror; "Naughty whore." Mark said as he grabbed her hips to ground her as he pushed even harder. He watched Amanda put her head down slightly; "Raise your head and keep looking in the mirror…don't make me pull your hair, Young." Amanda raised her head and looked seductively into the mirror…Mark about lost himself right there; "Good girl." He praised as he spanked her bottom again.

Amanda kept staring in the mirror, not breaking eye contact with Mark, who looked like he was close to a climax; "Getting there, Detective Hoffman?" Mark grinned, but reached his fingers around to her "bundle of nerves"; "You're coming with me, Mandy." The Jigsaw apprentices kept their complete focus on the mirror as Mark sped up his thrusts and fingers; "Come on, Mandy…come on." He said as he tried to hold back his climax until she reached hers. Mark watched in the mirror as Amanda hit her second climax, and then he hit his own…his co-apprentice never stopped looking at him until they collapsed on the bed.

The two lay there for a while, resting; "You're better than my alcohol, Young." Mark confessed. Amanda grinned; "Thanks, Mark…but I can't be accountable for you, just like you can't be accountable for me." Mark was quiet for a while; "We could be accountable for each other, Amanda." She turned towards him; "How?"

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John Kramer had become concerned when two days went by and he had not seen or heard from his co-apprentices; he tried contacting them a few times on their phone lines, but to no avail. His concerns mounted even more because he wondered if they had turned on him…John could blame himself for giving them so much freedom and trust…or at least trust to Amanda. John was prepared to make Mark take the complete fall for Seth Baxter if it came down to it…Amanda was a little trickier because the only person she had committed any murders on after her test was the young man named Adam. The young man seemed to have no one who cared if he was gone from the world because he had been gone for nearly four months…John found it quite sad, but predictable with Adam.

John decided to wait a few more days before he would meet with Dr. Gordon; hopefully, the man could help him find some people who may be good apprentices…ones that would not abandon him. Dr. Gordon would help him do so…John would hate for the medical board to find out about a couple of unlicensed surgeries the good doctor had done…John was always prepared…Mark and Amanda would not screw him over; if they stayed quiet, he would too in kind.

Meanwhile, in a motel in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Mark and Amanda lay in bed after driving nonstop for a day and a half. Mark has convinced Amanda to run away with him and to be his accountability partner. They packed a few things after their morning together; Mark stopped and withdrew a sizable amount of money from his bank account…he also stop by the police department and informed them that he needed to take a few sick days; Mark was approved for two weeks of sick days because a new officer was coming to begin work the following day…that would cover Mark for his days off. As a rule, Mark turned in his police issued gun, but made sure to bring his personal one for the trip. After that, the two former co-apprentices hit the road…destination unknown.

Amanda has fallen asleep after their shower, but Mark stayed awake a bit longer; he was hoping to get them to a southern state, such as Tennessee or the Carolinas in a few days. He figured that they might find a motel that could be paid by the month and stay there for a bit until they decided on their final destination. Mark planned to send a letter resigning from the police department within a few days, owing to "unexpected circumstances."; he would also send his badge with the letter. His apartment was paid up for the month, and most of the furnishings had come with it; Mark would make a quick trip back to put in a notice to his landlord and collect the rest of his personal belongings.

Amanda, on the other hand, had left her apartment and was starting to stay at the warehouse regularly; she was not able to get anything from there except what she had in her messenger bag; Mark stopped at a Walmart and let her purchase some clothes and personal essentials. They had thrown their cell phones in a river when they got to Pennsylvania so John could not contact them; they would get new TracFones once they arrived at the chosen southern state. All of this was risky because Mark was certain that John was waiting to see if they were going to turn him in…they just wanted to forget they ever met the man known as Jigsaw; they would keep quiet about their involvement as long as John did the same. Hopefully, the man will die soon from his cancer.

Mark felt Amanda shift and he wrapped his arm around her; she settled back in and stilled. Mark had agreed to stop drinking if Amanda stopped cutting herself; John wanted them to appreciate their life, which was Jigsaw's mission; that didn't mean they had to be around John to do so. Mark felt his eyes get heavy as sleep took over…he knew that relapses were possible with both of them, and it would probably happen several times because no one is perfect…but they could now face accountability without the fear of twisted metal coming after them, making them confess falsely to being cured.

Hopefully, John "Jigsaw" Kramer would face his own accountability when he took his last breath.

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Mark Hoffman had no idea why he agreed to come to a bar with his co-apprentice, Amanda Young; it was one of those "hole in the wall" type of places where the beer was cheap, the food was greasy, and the smoke was hazy. It also housed three or four pool tables, and Amanda was itching to play; "Hurry up and drink your damn Miller Lite, Hoffman…I wanna play pool." Mark finished off the last of his French fries and last swallow of beer; "For all this pushing you are doing, you better have some skills, Young."

Amanda frowned; "I didn't say I had skills, I said I wanted to play." Mark rolled his eyes; "Ok, let's go." They made their way to the back room that had the pool tables and a few booths to sit in. Mark tapped the shoulder of their waitress; "Bring another pitcher of Miller Lite to the back room, please." The older woman nodded and made her way to the bar. Once in the back room, they were surprised to see the more private pool table free; "Looks like we got the prize table, Young." Amanda smirked and they walked to the pool table: the waitress brought the pitcher of Miller Lite, along with two clean beer mugs, and set it down on the single booth that was near the pool table.

Mark filled their mugs before they started the game; "Rack'em up, Young." Amanda went to rack the pool balls, and Mark laughed; "You're not doing it right…there's a certain way to do it." He leaned over and fixed the balls; "You start." Mark said as he drank his beer. Amanda put her beer mug down and positioned herself to make a shot…and missed. Mark set his beer mug down; "Why do you like this game so much if you don't know how to play?" Amanda shrugged; "I don't know…I just know I enjoy it." Mark frowned and positioned himself to make the starting shot, and succeeded; "You're the solid balls, Young…you do know the 8 Ball is last, right?"

Amanda gave him a cold look, but went to make a shot…and scratched; "Dammit." Mark snorted softly; "I should have bet on this game." He made the next shot without any issues; "Tell you what, I will help you with this next shot, Young…get positioned like you are going to shoot." Amanda got herself imposed on and Mark came up behind her, fitting himself to match her; he swallowed hard because he was smelling the shampoo she used in her hair…it was a green apple scent and, despite all the smoke, it permeated his nose. He shook his head and concentrated on the task; "Aim and don't pull back so much." Amanda made the shot with his help, which made her happy…Mark grinned slightly.

Mark then took his turn and then it was back to Amanda; "Can you help me again, Hoffman?" They positioned themselves for the shot, and Mark felt Amanda's shorts covered butt push against his crotch, which made him whimper softly. He focused again, and the co-apprentices made the shot. Amanda stood up and walked to get another drink of beer; Mark turned to get his drink and to get his body under control. Satisfied, Mark made his next shot; "Try this one on your own, Young." Amanda grinned and positioned herself…she did it this time; "OH!!" She said, excitedly. Mark grinned back; "Let's keep going."

They continued to play and Amanda was slowly getting the hang of shooting pool; they approached the last set of their respective balls and, of course, the 8 ball; "Looks like a difficult shot there, Young…you want me to set you?" She nodded and Mark walked over and made some adjustments, using his knee to spread her legs slightly; "Just like that." He said softly. Amanda heeded to his adjustment and Mark moved his hands up her arms slowly, fixing her hands on the stick; "You need to soften the grip a bit…don't hold it too tight." He said, almost in a whisper…Mark could kick himself because he knew everything he was saying was coming out sexual, but he couldn't stop.

Amanda followed his advice; she must not be picking up on his sexual overtones. Mark made one more slight adjustment; "Suck in your breath, aim your shot, blow out you breath, and let it go." He pulled away and went to get a drink of his beer; he was working himself up, a lot. He watched as Amanda did exactly what he said to do, and made the shot; "YAH!!" Mark smirked; "Good girl." It was suggestive, but again, he couldn't stop himself. They finished up the game, with Mark ultimately winning; he told Amanda he was going to the restroom, and when he came back, they would play again.

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Mark made his way to the men's restroom, which had two stalls and a sink in it; the stall door went down close to the floor, but was open on the top; Mark knocked at the first stall, and it was empty and thankfully clean. He closed the door to the stall and heard someone come in to enter the next stall. Finished with his business, Mark exited his stall and went to the sink to wash his hands. Satisfied, Mark went to exit the restroom, when he felt a hand grab him and pull him to the stall the stranger had entered…but it wasn't a stranger at all.

Mark fell back towards the toilet, but did not fall on it thankfully. He got his bearings and saw it was Amanda who had pulled him into the stall; "What are you doing?" He whispered in case someone would come. She didn't answer him, but instead pulled him into a hot kiss. Mark was still in a bit of shock, but slowly started to hungrily respond, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth; "I guess you picked up on my overtones." He said as he took a breath from kissing her. Amanda smirked; "That and you were rock hard against my ass, Hoffman:" He grinned and kissed her again, with her burying her tongue deep in his mouth this time.

They continued kissing for a bit until Amanda pushed Mark down on the toilet…thankfully it was clean inside; he would rather be doing this somewhere a lot more sanitary, but he felt he needed to "strike while the iron was hot." He watched as Amanda removed her shorts and underwear, and hung them up on the door hook. She walked towards him and pulled Mark's face into her core. He placed his hands on Amanda's rear to steady her and began licking wildly. He watched her bite her hand to keep from yelling out; Mark smirked and began sucking Amanda's core as well…he hoped that no one came into the next stall or knocked on the door of the stall they were in.

Mark looked up again and saw Amanda open her mouth in a silent scream and he felt warmth engulf his face; he pulled away and smiled, standing up as he did so. Amanda grabbed him and pushed him to the stall door, kissing him as she did so; Mark adjusted his arm so he didn't hit the door hook. Amanda pulled away, and Mark could see some of her wetness on her face; "Delicious." He said quietly as he watched her reach for his pants and unbutton, pulling them down slightly; "Move your feet forward a bit, Hoffman." Amanda said in a whisper. He did as she requested and she sank to the ground, placing her knees lightly on his feet with his shoes keeping her from touching the restroom floor.

"Smart girl," Mark said and grinned down at her; Amanda smiled and took him in her mouth. He tilted his head back and bit the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning out. Suddenly, Mark heard the restroom door open; he made sure the stall door was locked; 'Please don't knock.' He thought as he heard footsteps. Amanda never stopped her ministrations, which made it hard for Mark to concentrate on the person inside the restroom. He turns on the water from the sink and then off. The person exited the restroom; Mark breathed a sigh of relief and went back to concentrating on something way more important; "Naughty whore." He whispered as Amanda hummed in agreement; Mark smirked…this was fun.

Mark could feel himself getting close at times, so he made his co-apprentice stop; he pulled her up and held his finger to his lips. He scooted Amanda out of the way and sat back down on the toilet, getting his wallet out as he did so. Mark pulled out a condom and put it on; he barely had time to put his wallet back in his pocket before Amanda was on him, lowering herself down slowly; "Shit." She said as she tried quietly to adjust herself to his size; Mark grinned; "Big enough for you, Mandy?" He was trying to sound full of himself, but she was so tight that he feared it might be over in under a minute. Amanda smirked; "You gonna blow quick, Detective?" He returned the smirk and pushed up inside her; "Shut up."

The two established a good rhythm, and Amanda started biting down on Mark's shoulder at times to keep herself quiet; Mark answered by lifting her shirt and bra, and pushing his face to her breasts. He mostly rested his face in the middle of her chest to keep his moans quiet, but occasionally applied his mouth, teeth, and tongue to her taut nipples…this action caused Amanda to bite her shoulder harder; "I'm gonna have teeth marks in my shoulder, Young." Mark panted out softly. Amanda snorted quietly; "Like you care." He grinned and pushed up even harder…he watched Amanda place her fingers on her apex; "Mmm, make yourself come, Mandy." Mark whispered as he increased his upward thrusts even more.

Amanda grabbed Mark's head with her free hand and brought her mouth up to his, deeply kissing him as she reached her climax, his mouth swallowing up her moans. She kept her mouth on his as he climaxed hard, and she swallowed his moans in return. Amanda let go of his head and the two caught their breath, exchanged a few light kisses in the process; "We need to get going." Amanda whispered. She got off of Mark and put her shorts and underwear back on; Mark discarded the condom in the toilet, then pulled up and buttoned his pants, making sure his wallet was in his pocket. He was preparing to flush the toilet when he heard someone running quickly into the restroom and the next stall.

Whoever was next to them started puking their guts out; Amanda shot Mark a disgusted look, which Mark agreed with; "Couldn't have timed that better." He said as the person continued to throw up loudly. Mark flushed the toilet and opened the stall door; the Jigsaw apprentices quickly made their exit from the restroom and went to the bar to pay the tab.

Shooting pool tonight was fun indeed.

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Mark Hoffman knew what John Kramer had asked Amanda Young to do was going to be too much for her; the old man also had no idea how close the young woman had become to Adam, the young man who was awaiting death in the basement bathroom…or maybe John did, and wanted to see how loyal Amanda was to the Jigsaw legacy. John was simple in his commands; kill the young man to end his suffering.

Mark watched as Amanda worked herself up to complete the task, only to stop herself from going through the door; "You owe John nothing Amanda…remember that." Mark said as she stopped herself again for the fifth time. Amanda turned to Mark, seething; "I owe him for getting me off drugs, Mark, so I have to do this!" Mark shook his head; "You care for Adam…I've seen it. Don't do this…you don't want to." Amanda put her hands on her face; "What do you propose, then?"

Mark worked quickly to get the young man out of the basement bathroom while Amanda placed a "decoy", aka, one of John's unfortunate early contestants, in Adam's clothing. She heavily scarred up the face of the dead contestant even more, who met his end when a barbed wire type log hit him in the face once, instantly killing him. The contestant had been placed in a test after he robbed several elderly people, who were under the impression that their savings would be safe with his "savings plan" that he advertised door to door…one of these people had been John, whom the contestant had mistakenly taken for being older than he was.

Mark took Adam to his apartment, where he would stay until Amanda found them a new place to stay…her apartment was no longer leased to her and Adam's was not safe to go back to. Mark did his best to treat the young man's wounds and hunger as well as he could, but recovery would take a while. Amanda came over to Mark's place a few hours later and took over Adam's care. Mark watched the young woman kiss Adam softly…yes, their relationship was like that, and had been for the past month or so.

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A few days passed and Adam was feeling better and getting stronger; Amanda was still in the process of finding another place, but Mark told them they could stay as long as they needed to; Mark was not sure why he agreed to such terms, but he felt like their guardian and he was pretty sure they saw him the same way…they felt safe around him and that was that. It was not uncommon for Adam and Amanda to end up in Mark's bed to sleep because of the nightmares they had; both of them on either side of him, nestled in close to the man they saw as their guardian and nothing more.

It was not uncommon for the three to watch television together, again, Mark in the middle, being their guardian when movies got too scary or they simply needed comfort; Mark was fine with that…he was also fine with the goodnight kiss that Amanda would give both of them as they settled down into Mark's bed; they had started coming to bed with him at his early bedtime…he knew they would be there eventually because the nightmares were too much…overtime, Adam began to kiss Mark goodnight as well, and it did not bother the burly Detective like he thought it would…he was their guardian after all and Mark was here to take care of them…overtime more, the three would kiss each other "good morning" too.

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Eventually, Amanda forgot about apartment hunting because Mark decided to move them to a bigger apartment in his building; the only thing they had to help him with was utilities. Adam kept a low profile, but found an online job editing pictures for websites; the pay went to Mark's address, and Adam was allowed to use an alias for his work. This also meant that the extra bedroom would need to be used for Adam's work, but that was fine because the three stayed in the same bed every night…no issues with that at all.

Amanda also found a job at a coffee shop that was dedicated to giving second chances to convicted criminals; the pay wasn't great, but it was a world to Amanda and it helped Mark pay the bills. Mark and Amanda continued their work with John, but a huge game was getting ready to come up that would have Amanda playing a second time victim to help keep a teenage boy safe. Mark was not happy with this, nor was he happy that one of the traps involved a needle pit that Amanda would probably end up in…Mark was further convinced that John had told Amanda nothing about the pit because he asked Mark to "keep it between them." Before going home for the day, Mark asked Amanda not to mention anything to Adam about her being a second-time victim; she agreed.

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When Mark and Amanda for home, Adam surprised them with a dinner recipe from that "Martha bitch on TV" as he called it; Adam said he figured it was the least that he could do after his two companions had to spend time with the "old geezer that speaks like a demented Hallmark card." Mark laughed at that, even though he was still seething about John's plan for the needle pit…he wanted to tell Amanda, but who knew what John would do if he found out Mark told; he was pretty sure that John had blackmail ready for him and Amanda both if they stepped out of line.

Dinner turned out wonderful and Mark washed the dishes afterward while Amanda dried and put them in the cabinets. The three settled in for their nightly TV show, FRIENDS…Mark did not care for the show that much, preferring to read a book instead, but it made his two companions happy and that was all that mattered to him. However, Mark did like ER, and tried not to miss an episode…Adam and Amanda had also gotten interested in it because of him. At 11:30 pm, after the nightly local news, the three went to Mark's bedroom; tomorrow was going to be another busy day.

The three did their usual goodnight kiss, but Mark decided to kiss them again, and another time after that…the fourth kiss between the three became a passionate mess of lips and tongues; Mark soon found Amanda in her panties straddling his lap while Adam moved shirtless behind Mark to kiss his neck. Amanda pulled Mark's face to her breasts, which he greedily ran his lips and tongue over, sucking a small hickey for good measure; Mark noted that Adam's hickey from another time was just above his.. He then felt Adam move forward over his shoulder to kiss Amanda…the younger man pulled away, and then pulled Mark's face away from Amanda's chest to kiss him, which Mark hungrily accepted. He broke the kiss from Adam, who then pulled Mark's shirt off…Amanda wasted no time applying her mouth to his muscular chest.

Mark felt Adam move to where Amanda was and the young man watched intently as his girlfriend sucked a hickey into his companion's chest. She pulled away and Adam immediately did the same action, his "mark" being placed just below hers; Mark smiled and softly bit and sucked Adam's chest, placing his hickey just below Amanda's older one. All three of the companions had now "marked" each other, so it was time to explore one another even more.

Mark pushed Amanda back into Adam's arms, who quickly started kissing his girlfriend and massaging her breasts. Mark grinned and removed Amanda's underwear and immediately attacked her core with his tongue. He would glance up at the couple, whose kissing had turned to another mess of teeth, lips, and tongues; this heated Mark up more as he increased his ministrations, causing Amanda to pull away from Adam's mouth and yell out. The Detective smiled as he rubbed his wet lips, and Amanda was placed in his arms by Adam, who mirrored the same ministrations, albeit slower since his girlfriend was so worked up already. Mark kissed Amanda's neck as he watched the younger man below.

Amanda hit her second climax quickly and Adam moved up to kiss both of his companions. It was a given what was going to happen next; Amanda was clear that she was clean from anything dangerous and that she had been on the pill for years…Adam, for as small as his body was, donated blood and plasma regularly for extra cash, so he was good as well. Mark also donated blood regularly and his last physical came back fine. Those issues discussed, the three proceeded with Mark and Amanda beginning first.

Amanda had placed herself on top of Mark, facing him; it had been a while since Mark had been with anyone, let alone two other people, but he was greatly enjoying what his co-apprentice was giving him…she felt wonderfully tight and he would have thanked Adam for sharing her with him. Adam watched the two for a bit, but then moved in the middle of the two, alternately kissing both of them as the action moved forward. Mark watched as Adam applied his fingers to Amanda's sweet spot, causing her to hit her third climax…such a lucky girl she was.

Mark caught his breath as Amanda slid off of him; he decided to watch for a bit, but that is not what Adam had in mind as he reached out his hand and gripped Mark, which caused the older man to whimper softly. Mark became dizzy as he watched Amanda bend her head down to Adam's lap…he had a good view of everything because it was happening right in front of his stomach. It became too much for the Detective and he quickly climaxed. Adam smiled and hit his climax…the three were spent, but satisfied. Mark heard Adam say something about "first dibs next time"; Mark grinned and the three went to clean up.

Mark lay in bed with his companions turned lovers, who were fast asleep; it was not lost on him what he and Amanda were still attached to concerning John Kramer. Mark needed to get them out somehow…this could not continue. Mark smiled as he thought of the perfect plan. He soon fell asleep, excited to put the plan in motion tomorrow.

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Mark headed to John's warehouse later in the morning; he had breakfast with his two lovers…Amanda surprised him with her decent cooking skills, for she had French toast, eggs, and coffee ready for the three this morning. Amanda was scheduled to work a shift this morning and Adam had some editing work for a couple of websites lined up. Mark told his two lovers that he needed to head to work for a bit, but he would be back for dinner this evening…he would treat them to some Chinese food tonight.

Mark knew that John was working on a trap in the basement; he also knew that there was a huge shelf that was not very stable…in fact, Mark had told John he needed to reinforce it or the shelf was going to fall over on him one day…John never listened of course because Mark's opinions never mattered. The Detective quietly made his way to the basement with his gloves on…he refused to be in the warehouse without them most of the time because he did not want his fingerprints everywhere. It was quite easy to sneak in because John had some loud equipment on.

Mark stood behind the shelf; he was surprised at how easily the shelf toppled over when he pushed it…the shelf fell right on John, crushing him under the weight. Mark grinned slightly and waited in the darkness to see if John survived the "accident"…Jigsaw did not.

Mark walked out of the warehouse and went to the police station afterward…tomorrow, he and Amanda were supposed to work with John on a trap…Mark hoped Amanda would not be too heartbroken…he knew he and Adam would not be, but they would comfort her if she needed it.

Mark was their guardian and he took his job quite seriously, even if it meant getting his hands dirty from time to time for his lovers.

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Amanda Young sat in front of her vanity, putting her now much longer hair into a French braid…it was what he wanted after all. She also had on a beautiful emerald green silk short robe that probably cost him a pretty penny…again, it is what he wanted…it is what Mark Hoffman wanted her in every night after she finished dinner. Amanda felt like a Princess in a fairytale book, but there would be no Knight in Shining Armor to save her…she only had the Dragon that held her captive.

But, Amanda found out as time went on that she did not mind being the Dragon's Princess, but it had not started that way….far from it.

Amanda knew that Mark had killed John Kramer somehow; sure, the cancer would get the job sooner or later, but the Detective expedited Jigsaw's death somehow. Mark quickly put himself in power over John's legacy and Amanda was faced with a choice…do what Hoffman said, or face the consequences; to Amanda, that meant either taking the entire fall for John's crimes or death. Dying was not on Amanda's agenda, so she decided to "listen" to Hoffman…she would find a way to take him down soon.

Mark quickly redid her living quarters; he provided her with her bathroom (John's old bathroom), a bigger bedroom, and some other essentials…he also installed a small kitchen, which to Amanda meant she was not going to be allowed to leave her bedroom much at all. What took her by surprise was that he had moved John's blueprint table to her room; the Detective explained that he wanted Amanda to make all the plans for the Jigsaw trap; he in return would find "workers/apprentices" to complete the traps. Amanda felt it was risky bringing in other people to work with them, but Mark was the "boss", and made the call. He quickly recruited two men named Ryan and Brad.

True to Amanda's assessment, Mark kept her locked in the bedroom most of the time; he did give her a TV, some movies she would like, and her favorite gossip magazines to pass the time when she was not working on blueprints. If she did go out of the bedroom or the warehouse, Mark accompanied her; it was almost like he was daring her to try to run away at times, but she did not take the bait…not yet anyway. Amanda settled into a routine as Mark recruited two more men to help with the trap building.

None of the men were allowed to talk to Amanda; that was a rule Mark expected to be followed; one of the newer men found out how serious the Detective was when he said a simple "Hello, how are you?" to her after she and Mark had come back from clothes shopping…the next day, the man was sporting a black eye and some broken teeth as Amanda explained the blueprint to Mark and his workers…he never tried to speak to her again after that. Amanda was alone most of the time…until Mark started visiting her room at night.

She knew at some point that Mark's unmet needs would be part of this arrangement: Amanda wondered why he just didn't recruit another woman to do work and to be in his bed at night…but, the Detective did not want that…he wanted her and only her. She was scared the first night he came into her room… She expected Mark to force her to submit to his sexual demands, but it didn't happen that way. Instead, the Detective sat and watched TV with her on the couch he had given her…he left about two hours later, leaving Amanda confused.

This form of "dating" continued for a bit until one night after TV time was over, Mark wrapped his arms around her and settled Amanda back against his chest; almost timidly, the Detective softly kissed her neck…she wanted to resist, but could not make herself do so. Comfortable with Amanda not pushing him away, Mark proceeded to turn her face towards him and softly kissed her lips a few times before leaving for the night… Instead of feeling disgusted, Amanda felt desire…it was so confusing.

The next few nights were much the same, though Mark started adding his tongue to mix, which filled Amanda with even more desire. But, at the end of this TV night, Mark asked her to stand in front of him; "Show me your body." He said quietly. Amanda balked for a bit; but eventually stripped off the t-shirt and sleep shorts she had on…she never wore underwear to bed, so she was completely nude in front of the Detective. He took in the sight of her body and made a "turning" motion with his hand; "Beautiful" is all he said before exiting her bedroom for the night…Amanda had to give in to self-pleasure before she went to bed.

The next night was when things officially changed between them; Mark once again asked to see her body…this time, Amanda moved closer to him; she truly hoped she was not stepping out of line with the Detective. Instead, Mark placed his lips on her tight stomach and began kissing his way south; he pleasured with his mouth as Amanda remained standing…within moments, Mark brought her to an apex; "You're mine and only mine, yes?" He said after he rested briefly; Amanda answered; "Yes." That night, Mark would not allow her to pleasure him…it was all about her as he went down on Amanda so much that she felt raw afterward…she loved every minute of it.

The following night, Mark had her join him in her shower; he had given Amanda the biggest bathroom in the warehouse, so it made sense. He washed her hair with high-priced shampoo and conditioner, commenting on its new length; "Start wearing it in a French braid…it will look good on you." Amanda nodded as he continued to wash her body with an expensive body wash he had purchased; in fact, everything Mark had purchased for her was high-dollar, from clothes to perfume. Amanda then took her turn to wash Mark, but she knew what was coming; "Give me head, Amanda."

Without question, she sank to her knees in front of him; the water was still warm that was cascading down them. Amanda went as deep as she could, and the Detective praised her; "Take it all for me, baby…you're mine always." Amanda felt she should be angry at his words, but she agreed to be his and only his last night…instead, she gave Mark the best head he ever had; he ended up collapsing down to the floor with her after she was finished…despite what Amanda had just done, Mark grabbed her and kissed her deeply…it did not bother him at all.

The next evening, after reviewing blueprints with Mark and the workers, Amanda came back into her bedroom to find a gift box; inside was a silk green emerald robe and a small note; "Put this on after dinner and French braid your hair." She looked at the robe; it was short in length and was from Victoria's Secret…Amanda laid it out on her bed and went to fix herself some dinner; she was angry at herself for wanting Mark and this lifestyle, but she was also excited…ultimately, the excitement won out as she put the beautiful robe on and braided her hair. She read a magazine while she waited for the Detective…the Dragon, to put his final plan in motion to make her his captive Princess always.

When Mark arrived, Amanda played it cool, though she wanted to rip his clothes off as soon as he came through the door. He smiled and asked her to stand so he could see the robe and her hair. Satisfied, Mark took off his clothes and got on her bed; Amanda stood there and awaited his instructions; "Come here, Amanda." She climbed on the bed with him; "Are you on birth control?" Mark asked as he rubbed the silk that was on her arms. Amanda nodded; "I've been on the pill for years, and I also clean despite my past." Mark nodded in return; "Let's begin then."

Amanda took a deep breath as Mark took the robe off her body; "Straddle my lap." She did as he asked and Mark descended his mouth to her breasts; Amanda tilted her head back, giving in to the pleasure of feeling his tongue and light grazing of teeth on her nipples. After a while, Mark rested his face between her breasts; "So perfect" he said as he deeply inhaled the Chanel perfume she had on…he had bought it for her, of course. Mark slowly lifted her and brought her down on him slowly; Amanda closed her eyes as she adjusted to his length and girth; "Mmm, so tight…all mine." Mark said as he allowed Amanda to get comfortable.

Now adjusted, Amanda looked at Mark to see how he wanted it; "Ride me, baby." And she did, bringing out deep guttural sounds from the Detective…sounds she had never heard a man make before. Eventually, Mark had her stop because Amanda was getting him there quickly; "Get on your hands and knees." Amanda obliged and Mark was immediately back inside her, grabbing her hips tightly; "Taking everything like a pro, Mandy…you feel so damn good." Amanda moaned out her praises as the Detective continued; he was so deep in her that she felt like he was inside her stomach…Amanda seriously began to question if all of her old partners had done anything right when it came to sex and pleasure.

As if Mark could read her mind, he smirked; "Never had it this good, huh, baby?" Amanda answered truthfully; "I don't think I have until today, Detective." She could hear his smirk getting bigger; "Since we are being truthful Mandy…you are probably the best piece I ever had…you understand what it means to please." Amanda could feel herself getting more turned on by Mark's words…again, she should be angry, but she did understand what it meant to please…and she was certain Mark understood it too.

Amanda was brought out of her thoughts by Mark spanking her, causing to yelp; "You gonna leave marks on my ass, Detective." She could hear the smirk again; "I'll kiss them and make it better, baby…I don't mind at all." Amanda grinned, but then felt Mark pull on her braid, which brought her back against his chest…the angle change also caused her to be aroused even more; "This is why you wanted me to braid my hair?" Amanda said as she felt Mark nibble on her exposed neck; "Mmm…yes…that, and I do think it looks good on you." Amanda turned her head to capture Mark in a kiss, which he accepted hungrily.

Mark broke the kiss and withdrew from her, putting Amanda on her back; he entered her and lowered himself down to kiss her yet again…Amanda wrapped her legs around his back as he pounded hard; "Are you mine, Amanda?" Amanda shook her head; "Yes, I am." She felt Mark put his thumb on her sensitive nub, rubbing it; "Can I be yours?" Mark asked as he continued his ministrations without letting up. Amanda moaned, crying out; "YES, YOU'RE MINE." Mark grinned; "Good." Amanda screamed out as her climax hit…Mark soon followed, screaming out her name as he did so.

They both came down from their high; Mark kissed her softly; "I love you." Amanda looked at him, to see if he was joking…she realized he was not; "I love you too, Detective Hoffman." He smiled and they continued to kiss. Soon after, Mark let Amanda roam around a bit more by herself…she had plenty of chances to run away, but she did not want to because despite how things started, Amanda was truly happy; she had her role as Trap Maker, while Mark had his role as Trap Builder…he recruited more people to work on the traps, and to obtain "contestants" as well.

Soon, under Mark's leadership, the Jigsaw legacy became a well-oiled machine that did the traps as fair as possible…Amanda had abandoned her penchant for making unbeatable traps because she knew Mark would not like that and her punishment would be merited. Many "contestants" changed their lives for the better, while some fell back into old habits…Mark was not deterred by this because he simply put their name back on the list to be tested, hoping that the "second time" would be the charm.

Amanda heard Mark come into her bedroom and she smiled in the mirror at him; "Hello, Detective." He smiled and removed his clothes before going to the bed…their routine never changed and they liked it that way; "You ready for me, baby?" Amanda smiled and rubbed the diamond ring that was on her left ring finger…the Princess would always be ready for her Dragon; "Yes, Detective…I am ready for you…always."

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Mark Hoffman and Amanda Young pulled in the old RC Drive In Theater; they were currently following a possible contestant, who had a penchant for selling homemade drugs to minors…one of the minors the man, named Phillip, had sold to ended up with semi-permanent brain damage after snorting the drugs. Phillip was able to escape being arrested because he turned over his friend who was responsible for making the drugs.

Phillip found another person to make the drugs for him, and moved his market up to barely legal teenagers; Phillip was currently on a "date" with an 18-year-old girl, who was eleven years younger than him. Mark and Amanda had followed the couple around on their "date", which is how they all ended up at the drive-in theater. Mark had used John's old Yukon, so they had to park further back because of the size of the vehicle; he also unknowingly backed in close to a tree, which would make getting out difficult if they needed to leave quickly…but, Mark and Amanda was too busy arguing over the movie to notice.

"No, the main killer in Friday the 13th is Jason, bitch." Mark said as he put the Yukon in park. Amanda snorted; "You are wrong, and you will find out at the end of the movie, dipstick." The feature movie at the drive-in theater was Friday the 13th from 1980…right now, old drive-in advertisements were playing, which were encouraging patrons to go to the snack bar. Mark looked out and saw that they had a good visual on Phillip's Buick Electra…Mark was surprised that Amanda understood the street name for the Electra, which was a "Deuce and a Quarter", or 225.

"Why would an 18-year-old girl go out with an older man driving a 1975 Buick Electra?" Mark asked as he continued to focus on the car. Amanda giggled; "He has drugs…that's why." Mark didn't let it pass; "You know from experience, Mandy?" Amanda glared at him; "At least the men I chose were closer to my age and had a more recent car." Mark snorted and dropped the conversation…he knew Amanda would continue to get angry if he brought up her past drug use…she was embarrassed by it…just like he was embarrassed by what mischief he got into sometimes when he was blackout drunk.

Amanda stared at the advertisements and it worked its magic on her; "I'm going to the snack bar, Hoffman, you want anything?" Mark blinked; "We are on a stakeout…you are not getting anything." Amanda scoffed; "Screw you…I'm going…so you want anything or not, asshat?" Mark surrendered; "A Coke and some Good and Plenty candy." Amanda laughed, getting out of the Yukon; "You're an old man, Hoffman." She shut the door and headed to the snack bar. Mark smirked; "Yeah, I bet my old ass could bring you to your knees, tramp." He continued to watch the Electra as it started to get darker outside.

Twenty minutes later, Amanda came back to the Yukon and opened the door; "They didn't have Good and Plenty, so I picked the most "old person" candy I could find…Twizzlers, the dark kind." Mark rolled his eyes, but was secretly happy she chose that type of Twizzlers…he hated the red ones; "You know, I am just eight years older than you…you act like I am John's age or something." Amanda giggled as she opened her pack of Skittles; "At least John snacks on current candy…he likes that new Reese's Fast Break candy bar that came out recently." Mark nodded; "I tried that one…I thought it was decent." Amanda sipped her Coke; "I am not big on chocolate, but I like candy-type sweets like Skittles or Jolly Ranchers."

The theater screen suddenly went dark and then an image that said "Now for our Feature Presentation" came across the screen; Amanda squealed because she was happy the movie was starting and Mark scoffed; "We are on a stakeout, Young…remember?" Amanda looked out at the Electra and saw the couple had moved to the backseat; "Uh oh, they are in the backseat now." Mark smirked; "I guess they don't plan on going anywhere soon." Amanda smirked as well; "We will see."

Thirty minutes passed and Mark had become somewhat enthralled with the movie while keeping an eye on the Electra; "Since when does Jason drive a Jeep?" Amanda laughed; "Well, he did drive a boat in Part 8." Mark thought for a minute; "Is that where he went to New York, but it mostly took place on a cruise boat?" Amanda nodded; "Yeah…false advertising." Mark shook his head in agreement; "I do like how no one is afraid of some big guy wearing a hockey mask and people still ask him for rides…they deserve what they get." Amanda grinned; "Whatever you say, Hoffman." She looked out at the Electra and saw it beginning to rock; "We got car sex going on, Mark."

Mark looked at the Electra that was rocking and suddenly stopped; "Umm, that was quick." The apprentices watched as the girl got out of the car and started walking away from the Electra; Phillip got out of the car and followed the girl, who ignored him, walking up to the snack bar to use the pay phone; "Premature Ejaculation." Amanda said, making Mark laugh deeply; "I don't think that could qualify as premature even." They watched as Phillip angrily went back to the Electra, started it, and started to drive away.

Mark started the Yukon; "Say good-bye to the movie, Mandy…we gotta…shit!!" Amanda turned to him; "What?" Mark put the Yukon back in park; "I parked too close to the tree behind us, so we can't back out…and we can't go forward because people don't know driving etiquette." Amanda looked forward and saw what Mark was talking about…people parked too close together and unevenly in front of them, so they were stuck; "You could ask someone to move." Mark shook his head; "I see at least five cars besides us blocked in…and most of the people in front of us are screwing or making out…they are not going to move."

Amanda sighed; "Well, at least we know where Phillip lives…we can check up with him later." Mark nodded; "The girl he was with is up at the snack bar chatting with another guy…she moved on quick." Amanda laughed; "Well, since we are stuck, I am going to go get us another drink and some popcorn…be back." Amanda got out and Mark turned his attention to the movie; "Kevin Bacon is about to get laid…he's dead then."

Amanda came back ten minutes later; "Oh, I missed Kevin Bacon getting screwed." Mark laughed; "Well, he is getting ready to be screwed in another way soon." Amanda put the popcorn on the center console as they watched Kevin get an arrow pushed through his throat from underneath the bed; "Jason is a strong bitch." Mark said as he continued to munch on the popcorn…Amanda stifled yet another laugh. The movie moved on with a bathroom kill and then lulled for a while; "Horror movies back then do get boring sometimes." Amanda said. Mark nodded; "But at least it isn't overly gory…that is all horror movies are nowadays…gore and torture." Amanda laughed; "Kinda like John's traps?" Mark grinned; "If they ever made a movie about John, the gore would be over the top for sure."

After another offscreen kill, the movie balked again; "What is the wildest thing you ever did at a movie theater, Young?" Amanda smirked; "I did give a guy head while he watched Star Wars I: The Phantom Menace." Mark snorted; "Really…how did it go?" Amanda shrugged; "Not too well…he was too interested in the movie to get off." Mark laughed then; "Must not be good at multitasking then." Amanda laughed at that; "What about you, Hoffman?"

Mark blushed a bit; "That is one thing I can say I never did…I don't go to theaters too much…I usually read or rent movies later in my spare time." Amanda grinned and turned back to the movie. The movie was still balking some, and a quiet settled in the Yukon…Amanda finally spoke; "You want to mess around in the backseat for a while, Hoffman?" Mark was quiet for a minute before answering; "We can, if you want." He didn't want to sound too eager…but he was.

Amanda crawled into the backseat and Mark followed; John had the windows tinted, so people going by would not see them…everyone was doing what they were getting ready to do anyway. Comfortable in the backseat, Mark reached over to kiss Amanda, who had a distinct taste of Skittles and light butter…it was nice. Their kisses deepened and Mark ran his hand up her shirt, pushing her bra out of the way; he slowly rubbed her breasts, and she moaned appreciatively into his mouth. He pulled away, grinning as he descended his mouth to her exposed chest, licking and sucking all that he could. Amanda stroked his hair and took her knee, rubbing his crotch slightly…he moaned against her chest.

Eventually, Mark pulled away, seeing her breasts glistening with his saliva. He then moved to her pants, which were a pull-on type and quite loose. Feeling almost like a teenage boy again that was fooling around with his teenage girlfriend, Mark put his hand down her pants, teasing slightly before moving her underwear to the side. Amanda spread her legs a bit more to give him access and he inserted two fingers inside; she bucked up against his hand and Mark increased his movements; "You're tight, Mandy." Amanda grinned; "Expected me to be "loose as a goose", huh?" He grinned back; "No, but it surprised me…it's nice."

Mark kept working his fingers for a bit and finally withdrew them; he placed his fingers in his mouth and his eyes glazed over…he needed more. Mark pulled Amanda's pants and underwear off and turned her body so that her legs were near his chest; he adjusted her legs and buried his face into her core…he felt Amanda grab his head and she started rocking into his face; Mark was pretty sure the Yukon was rocking by now, but he was sure it would be rocking a lot longer than Phillip's Electra did. He worked his tongue like a madman as Amanda continued rocking into his face; suddenly, she tightened her legs around his head and yelled out a string of obscenities…when she let go, she could see Mark's face glistening much like her chest earlier.

Mark fell back against the seat and he watched Amanda undo his belt and unzip his pants, lowering them down just enough to be exposed. He smiled as she licked her lips and went as deep as she could; "You go any deeper Mandy, you're gonna choke." Mark said teasingly, but he moaned loudly as she did indeed go deeper; "You are full of surprises, Young." He grounded out as she continued bopping. Mark grabbed the back of the seat and started pushing upward…Amanda did not stop him and moaned appreciatively. His eyes rolled back in his head; "I've never had it this good…mmm."

Reluctantly, Mark stopped her and looked at her; "Yes?" Amanda shook her head in affirmation and Mark got his wallet out for a condom; he quickly put it on and Amanda mounted him, her back to his chest. She grabbed the back of the front seats and rode Mark hard…he answered back by meeting her thrusts, the Yukon rocking harder than any of the other vehicles around. Amanda knew she was going to be sore, but she didn't care…it was too good to stop. Mark reached his hand around to stimulate Amanda even more; "So good." Mark whispered in her ear and Amanda lost herself in a hard climax…he grabbed her hips to ground her as he felt her pulse around him; Mark met her hard climax, not letting Amanda go until he was empty.

Amanda fell back against his chest; Mark softly kissed her neck and suddenly looked up at the movie; "Who's the old broad?" Amanda giggled as she applied her kisses to Mark's neck and chin; "That is Jason's mother…she killed the teens before he started in the second movie." Mark shook his head, but went back to kissing Amanda's neck; "I've never seen the second movie." She smiled as she enjoyed the kisses; "I'll rent it one night…we can watch it at the warehouse or something." Mark grinned a bit; "My place?" Amanda turned to him and kissed him passionately on the mouth; "We can do that."

The apprentices redressed and Mark took the used condom and chucked it in the empty popcorn bucket; he added the rest of their trash to the bucket…he would discard it when they left. They decided to finish the movie and Mark gasped at the ending; "Holy shit…she got her head cut off!!" Amanda grinned; "Yep." They watched along and Amanda laughed hard when Mark jumped at a young Jason popping out of the water, grabbing the girl in the canoe. Mark turned to her; "It's not funny, dammit." Amanda laughed and reached over to give Mark a few kisses; "Part 2 gets really good…you will see soon."

Mark smiled and kissed her back; "I heard sequels to horror movies bring in better characters." Amanda grinned and sat back in the passenger seat; "That they do, but nothing can beat the original…remember that, Hoffman." He smiled again as they reached the end of the movie…'Of course, it would be a dream.' Mark thought as he started the Yukon…he looked over at Amanda, who had a contented look on her face…he hoped none of this was a dream…or maybe he did because reality will eventually come crashing down…on both of them.

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"In September 2001, two people, who were thought to be associates of the Jigsaw Killer, vanished in the woods near Burkittsville, Maryland…a year later, a camcorder was found in the woods that detailed what happened to the man and woman."

"I still don't understand why you got a camcorder, asshat!!" Amanda said as she and Mark drove to Burkittsville, Maryland. Mark sighed; "I told you…if John is going to make us go in the woods, looking for a shit ton of money he has hid in an abandon house, I want to see at least what goes on because of the Blair Witch legend…I want proof." Amanda snorted; "You believe that stuff, huh?" Mark shrugged as they turned to the exit that went to Burkittsville; "Well, those three kids that was shooting a documentary disappeared…their footage was found and the police never figured it out. Amanda scoffed; "Some serial killer probably got them…not a fake witch."

John had tasked Mark and Amanda to go to Burkittsville, Maryland because he told them he had hidden money in an abandoned house that was in the woods; funds were running low and he desperately needed it. Mark questioned why John would have his money there…John said he had a private cabin that had burned down years ago, but the money was hidden in a secret compartment; he decided to keep it there if he should ever need it for something important. John also told Mark he had heard of the legend of the Blair Witch, but like Amanda, he didn't believe in it.

John said he would give Mark and Amanda a nice payday from the cash fund if they brought it back to him; the payday that John quoted was very nice, so the two jumped at the chance. John arranged for them to fly out to Maryland and also to rent a vehicle; Mark decided to stop at Bass Pro Shop so that he and Amanda could get things for hiking, camping, etc…he burned a hole in his credit card to pay for their equipment, but at least they would be comfortable because Mark expected them to be in the woods for two to three days at the least. He also stopped at Circuit City to get a small camcorder because Mark, being a nerd, wanted to research the Blair Witch.

They pulled up to their destination and unpacked their equipment; they had picked up some snack foods at Walmart, but had a lot of emergency-type foods from Bass Pro Shop. They had also purchased a tent that was big enough for four people, but had a zip divider in between which would give the two their own private "room". Clothes and sleeping bags were purchased that could take on the somewhat colder elements of Maryland. The two felt prepared to do this excursion and Mark pulled out the map that John had drawn for them…he discussed the map with John at length and took notes…he didn't want to end up like those dumbass kids that got lost in the woods… the map they had was utter shit.

The two left their vehicle, and started hiking through the woods…it was around noon, so they had plenty of daylight left. They stopped around 3 pm and had a small lunch and moved along nicely…they then set up camp around 7 pm at a natural spring that was super cold to the touch. Mark and Amanda ate one of their emergency packets for dinner and hung out by the fire…Mark decided to get out the camcorder and began to fiddle with it; "I got it working…this thing has night vision!!" Amanda snorted; "Looking for the Blair Witch, Mark?"

Mark rolled his eyes, but said, "Maybe." He filmed around the woods in night vision…he couldn't see anything out in the woods and it was quiet. He turned the camera to Amanda, who shot him a sour look; "Why are you filming me, Detective?" He grinned and said; "I was thinking that maybe you would want to put a show on for me…I can send it off to some "amateurs" company and give you a cut of the profits." Mark was joking, but he was surprised when Amanda flashed him real quick by lifting her shirt and bra; "Wow…didn't expect that from you, Young." She grinned back; "And that's all you are going to get too."

Mark smirked and turned the camera off; "You ready for bed? We've got a long day of walking tomorrow." Amanda nodded; "The fire is low, should we just let it burn out?" Mark shrugged; "It should be fine…it's contained." Amanda got into the tent first as Mark reached her the important supply that should not be left out; Mark then got in before zipping up the tent; "You brought a gun with you, right?" Mark nodded; "Did you bring your knife?" Amanda grinned; "Always…good night Detective." He nodded as she zipped up the divider; Mark could hear her getting out of her clothes…both of them opted for thermals to wear throughout the hike, so they should be able to keep warm in addition to their sleeping bags.

Mark stripped off his clothes, leaving his thermals on as he got under the sleeping bag; he looked over at the camcorder, and quietly picked it up. He rolled the footage back to where Amanda had flashed and watched it a few times before pausing it at the perfect spot; Mark smirked…he still could not believe she did that, nor could be believe how aroused he was getting looking at the image;, since coming to these woods, he seemed to more attracted to his co-apprentice, who Mark found annoying most of the time…it was…odd. Mark shook his head when he realized he was beginning to slide his hand inside his thermals; he quickly shut off the camcorder and turned over to go to sleep.

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Mark woke up a couple of hours later to Amanda shaking him awake; "What?" He questioned, disoriented. Amanda kept her hand on his shoulder and quietly said; "The fire is back at a full blaze." Mark sat and saw orange outside the tent; he put on his boots and grabbed his gun…he went quietly outside the tent and looked around; the fire was, indeed, back at full blaze. Mark moved closer to the fire, but he surprisingly still felt cold…he surveyed the woods as much as he could visually, but saw nothing; maybe the wind caused the fire to pick up again. Mark walked over to the fire again, and he still felt cold; shaking his head, he grabbed the small extinguisher he bought at Bass Pro and put the fire out.

Mark went back and got in the tent; Amanda had put the divider down so they could talk; "Did you see anyone?" Amanda asked, shivering. Mark shook his head; "No…it is possible the wind restarted the fire…you know what was weird…the fire never warmed me when I got near it." Mark became aware that he was shivering and so was Amanda; "Let's get back to sleep." They both nestled back down into their sleeping bags, but could not get warm; "I'm so cold, Mark." He looked over and realized that Amanda had not put the divider back up; "You can move closer to me if you want…might help keep us warm." She didn't hesitate and moved as close as she could to Mark; they snuggled in closer and finally felt relief; "This is nice." Amanda said. Mark nodded and squeezed her tighter as they drifted off to sleep.

The camcorder shut itself off…somehow, it had filmed the entire night after Mark had shut it off earlier when his erotic thoughts were getting the best of him…or at least he thought he turned it off.

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The next morning, Mark and Amanda ate breakfast inside the tent; it was still cold outside…very cold; "I don't think I have ever felt this cold before." Amanda said, still shivering slightly. Mark nodded in agreement; "I couldn't even get warm last night by the fire…we might be getting a cold or something." Mark didn't want to tell her he was thinking of the Blair Witch, because she would just laugh at him. "I am going to start a fire and get some water from the spring for coffee," Mark said, putting on his boots and jacket…he decided to forgo putting on all his clothes for a bit and just wore his thermals. He also grabbed the camcorder to see how it would do in the daytime.

Mark got out of the tent and started a fire; again, he was having trouble feeling warm…maybe some warm coffee would help. He went to dip the camp coffee pot in the spring and was shocked at how warm it was…it was like bath water; "Hey Amanda, come out here and feel this spring water…I want to make sure I am not going crazy." He heard Amanda come out of the tent, who had her thermals, vest, and boots on; "What's wrong with it?" She asked, moving closer to spring. Mark stuck his hand in it again; "Feel it." Amanda stuck her hand on it and was surprised to feel it so warm; "It feels like a bath."

Mark nodded; "It feels warmer than the fire, honestly." Amanda scoffed, but walked over to the fire…Mark smirked because he knew she could not get warm either; "Told ya." Amanda rolled her eyes and walked back over to the spring and put her hand back in it; "I'm getting in it." Mark shook his head; "What?" Amanda looked at him again; "I am stripping naked and getting in it…I am tired of being cold." Mark grinned; "Can I watch?" He said it jokingly, but he was wanting to see his co-apprentice naked…these damn woods had made him lose all reason.

The woods had made Amanda lose all reason too because she said; "You wanna film it for your "amateurs" company?" Mark stared at her, and then saw she was serious; "Are you sure?" She smiled; "Let's go, Director." Mark smirked and grabbed the camcorder, turning it on; "Action, Mandy." He was starting to feel more sweaty now than cold as he watched Amanda stripped out of her vest, boots, and thermals; "Like what you see?" Mark grinned and made a "turning" motion with his hand to get her to twirl around; she did as directed and then started to descend into the uncharacteristically warm springs, relaxing when she found a spot to sit, her chest just above the water.

Mark turned off the camcorder and set it down; "Does it feel good?" Amanda nodded; "You should come in too." He grinned and started taking off his jacket, boots, and thermals; Mark went to get in, but Amanda stopped him; "What about the camcorder?" He looked at her confused and then said; "You want me to film us in the spring?" Amanda nodded; "You can set it on that rock right there and let it run…we can make it our little secret if you want." Mark thought for a minute and did what she suggested…it could be their little secret, or something to view in private moments.

The camcorder running, he got into the hot spring with her, sitting down in a spot close to her; "This feels good…like a jacuzzi." Amanda smiled and moved closer to Mark, who was taken aback a bit by her sudden affection and actions…he addressed his thoughts; "Have you felt differently about me since coming to these woods?" Amanda stared slightly at him before she answered; "Yes and I can't explain it." Mark nodded; "Neither can I." He lifted her to straddle his lap and started kissing her passionately, the camcorder catching all the action.

Mark felt like he was out of control of his body as he kissed Amanda until both of their lips were bleeding, but it turned her on even more; she stood up and leaned against the rocks…Mark turned to face her and she planted his face in her core, wrapping her left leg around his back. He knew her back was getting scratched by the rocks, but it just made everything more intense; Mark looked up and saw Amanda rubbing her breasts…the camcorder was getting a good show. She yelled out loudly, the sound echoing through the woods and Mark moved away, allowing her to go back into the water.

Mark caught his breath and stared at Amanda, who had the most intense arousal he had ever seen on someone's face; the arousal transcended to Mark, who pulled Amanda close to him, kissing her hard. He stood both of them up, and turned her to put her hands on the lower rocks that were closer to the camcorder. Mark moved up behind, and quickly entered her, both of them making guttural sounds that they had never made before. The pace was brutal, but both were enjoying it; "Look into the camera, Mandy…fu..ing superstar!!" Mark said in a voice that he did not recognize as his own. Amanda seemed out of control of her own body, as she moaned, screamed, and bucked as she stared into the camera as directed…her voice was one that Mark did not recognize either; "Yes, I am a superstar, baby…HARDER DAMMIT!!"

Mark obliged in a way he never had before; he was sure he was hurting Amanda; but he couldn't stop and she did not want him to stop…it was so out of control. Finally, the two hit their hard climaxes; screaming and moaning in unrecognizable voices; they both fell back in the water, breathing hard.

The camcorder shut off yet again, as the two recovered from the hard, out-of-control, sex that had happened in the uncharacteristically warm spring.

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Nighttime quickly fell…the two were still in the same camping spot and inside the tent recovering from their hard sex session from earlier; Mark had contusions on his groin area and Amanda's whole bottom half was painfully sore. They were no longer cold, but were getting unnerved by the sounds that the woods were making; "I wanna leave, Mark." Amanda said, huddled up next to him. He held her tight; "We can't until the morning, Mandy…we will never find our way back to the car." The noises intensified and a crashing sound was heard outside; "What was that?" Amanda asked as she grabbed Mark tightly.

Mark tried to listen outside, but there was too much noise going on; "I gotta check it out, Mandy." He said, grabbing his gun and unzipping the tent. He stepped out and the woods ceased with the noises, but became very foggy; "Hand me the camcorder so I can use the night vision." Amanda reluctantly came out of the tent with the camcorder and her knife; she stood close to Mark as he used the night vision to look around; "Oh God." Amanda grabbed Mark; "What?" Mark pointed to a wooden figure that was between the trees that their tent was under; "What the hell is that, Mark?"

Mark spoke slowly; "Sign of the Blair Witch." Amanda scoffed hard; "Mark, you know that shit is not true!!" Suddenly, the wooden figure and the tent blew away with a gust of wind; Amanda screamed and ran deeper into the woods, pulling out her small flashlight as she did so; "MARK!! MOVE YOUR FAT ASS!!" Mark would have normally pissed off by her calling him a fat ass, but he took off where she ran, quickly catching up to her; "WHAT IS THAT??" Mark heard Amanda scream and he turned to look…he ended up getting smacked by a tree branch and fell to the ground, dropping the camcorder; Mark's hand was visible on camera until something pulled him out of frame.

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Amanda soon realized that Mark was not behind her anymore, so she turned back around in the other direction to see if he had fallen somewhere…she came upon the camcorder, but no Mark; "MARK??… WHERE ARE YOU??" She thought she could hear his voice coming from her right, so she used the night vision to follow a trail she had not seen earlier. She kept going until she came upon a house…she prayed that someone was inside.

Amanda went up to the house and knocked on the door; it came open and she looked inside…it was abandoned. Unnerved, she prepared to leave before she heard Mark's voice calling for her to come help him. Amanda slowly entered the house, using her flashlight and the camcorder's night vision to help guide her; "Mark??….MARK??" She heard his voice again and it sounded like it was coming from what was probably the basement. Amanda slowly headed down that way and scanned the basement area; she saw Mark standing by a wall, facing it; "Mark??" She said, walking closer to him.

"Look at the wall, Mandy, please," Mark said, quietly. Amanda stared at him; "What?" Mark spoke again; "Just do it and don't turn around…no matter what you hear." Amanda was looking at the wall when she heard something come behind them;'"Don't turn around." Mark said again. Amanda decided to listen to him for once in her life. They stood quietly as whatever was behind them moved closer; "Amanda?"

It was John's voice…why was he here? Amanda turned around and was suddenly grabbed and whisked away. Mark's eyes teared up; "You never listen to me, Mandy." He said, sadly as he stared at the wall. He was determined to be strong…not to look at what he believed was the real Blair Witch.

"Mark?"

He cried because it was Angie's voice…his beloved dead sister…he sighed and turned around; Mark was also whisked away…the house became quiet, the camcorder still recording when it fell to the floor when Amanda was taken; a bony, nonhuman came into frame and turned off the camera.

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John Kramer had read up on the legend of the Blair Witch; he read lore that if one offered sacrifices to the Witch, a wish would be granted. John decided to send Mark and Amanda to be his sacrifices and he waited gleefully for his wish for a cancer cure to be granted.

If John had read even more, he would have seen that wishes would not be granted to people who already had an evil heart…the sacrifice had to come from a place of purity. John was looking at a map of possible "contestants" on a wall in his warehouse basement as two ghostly apparitions formed behind him…the two figures held hands and stared at the old man; "John?" They said in unison.

John turned around because he thought he had heard the voices of his sacrificed apprentices…

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Mark lay on his couch, sniffling and shivering; he hoped that Amanda hurried up with the chicken soup and ginger tea that she was making in his kitchen… She wasn't faring much better, but she was not shivering as much as Mark was. They had both caught the flu; with John being immune-compromised with his cancer, the two apprentices decided to go to Mark's apartment to recover…Amanda's apartment was powerless because she hadn't paid the bill in over two months.

"Are you about done?" Mark asked with a scratchy voice; Amanda turned towards him and scoffed; "Typical man…we both got the same flu and of course, you are dying while I am still somewhat functioning." Mark frowned; "Stop making everything a pissing match, Amanda!!" He laid his head back down…Mark didn't usually get sick, but when he did, it took him out for a while. He saw Amanda walking slowly with a tray that had their soup and tea on it; " Bon appétit, asshat." She said as she set the tray down on the coffee table. Mark reached for his soup; "No crackers?"

Amanda shot him a cold look, but still got up to get the crackers anyway. She came back to the couch and Mark said; "Those are not the Zesta crackers I use for soups." Amanda rolled her eyes, getting pissed; "You get up and get the Zesta crackers then…I am fine with Club crackers in my soup." Mark frowned again and took a sheet of Club crackers out of the box for his soup. They ate silently with reruns of Cheers on in the background; "Diane or Rebecca?" Amanda asked. Mark looked at her confused, but then got what she meant; "Rebecca, hands down…I like a thick, strong woman." Amanda snorted and coughed slightly in the process…she reached to get a drink of her tea; "Why thick?"

Mark thought about it for a moment before he reached to get a drink of his tea; "Well, maybe thick is not the right word…healthy is better…curvy." Amanda giggled; "You just like a woman to boss you around, Mark…admit it." Mark shrugged; "I don't like a woman to make a fool of me, but I don't mind being bossed around in the correct context." Without missing a beat, Amanda said; "You like getting bossed in the bedroom, huh?" Mark blushed a bit…he didn't know if it was the heat of the soup/tea or actual embarrassment; "I plead the fifth." He said simply.

They continued eating their food and the TV shows switched from Cheers to Becker, another Ted Danson series; "I like the brown headed, annoying assistant on this show…she is hot." Mark said. Amanda turned to him; "Linda?" Mark nodded, and Amanda laughed; "Is she a bossy type too?" Mark shook his head; "No, but I think she could be convinced to try anything once…free spirited and naive." Amanda rolled her eyes and they continued to watch the show…they both eventually fell asleep on the couch.

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Mark woke up a couple of hours later; he looked down and Amanda had fallen asleep on his chest; he smirked slightly and slowly stroked her hair…Amanda stirred a bit, but nestled in closer to his chest. Mark's smirk became a small smile as he continued to stroke her hair…it felt comforting somewhat. Suddenly, Amanda sneezed and liquid went all over Mark's shirt; he quickly pulled his hand away; "God, I'm sorry Mark…I didn't even feel it coming on." Mark got himself under control before he spoke; "It's ok…I do think I am going to have to take a bath tonight…I feel grimy. Amanda nodded; "I will take one too after you are done then."

Mark suddenly frowned because he remembered; "The hot water tank is messed up, so there is probably just enough hot water for one bath…maintenance won't be able to fix it until Monday…you can have the bath." Amanda shook her head; "No, this is your place…I can boil some water over the stove and take a "whore" bath." Mark snickered, but then started coughing…he spoke when he finally settled down; "I haven't heard that term in a long time…I should take the "whore" bath though…it will be easier for me." Amanda was quiet for a minute before she spoke; "Do you have swimming trunks?"

Mark shook his head slightly because he thought he had misheard her; "Did you say swimming trunks?" Amanda nodded; "We could share the bath if you want…I have to change my underwear anyway so I don't mind if what I got on under right now gets wet. Mark could feel himself sweating some and it wasn't a fever this time; "Are you sure that is a good idea?" Amanda looked at him sideways; "We are both sick and can barely tolerate each other, so I don't think there will be any hanky panky, idiot." Mark frowned but gave in; "Fine, let's get it going then."

Amanda smiled softly; "I will get the bath ready while you get your trunks on." She got up a bit shakily and went to his bathroom; Mark looked at her one more time before getting up shakily as well to get his swim trunks."

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Mark knocked on the door before he entered the bathroom…he had put on a pair of Ocean Pacific swim trunks that still had the tag on them; he never found an excuse to use them and they had been a gift from an ex-girlfriend from years ago. Amanda answered for him to enter, so he opened the door and the bathroom was already steamy…he could smell the Epsom salt that Amanda added to the bath. He looked at her and she had on black silk panties and a red silk bra; Mark swallowed hard because she looked attractive…more than he thought she would be; "You wanna get in first, Detective?" He nodded and slowly got in, sitting down towards the back of the tub; Mark was a bulky man, so he did take up a lot of room.

Amanda slowly got in and turned to face him as she sat down; Mark looked her…her back was almost to the faucet, but she didn't complain. A few moments passed before he said; "You can put your back on my chest if you want…you look uncomfortable." It was true and he was trying to be nice. Mark expected her to say "no", but Amanda surprised him by doing what he asked; she slowly lay her back on the Detective's broad chest…Mark arranged his legs so she could be comfortable; he stuck his hands outside the tub and sighed softly.

They lay quietly in the tub, letting the hot water and epsom salt relax them; Mark looked at Amanda's face and she looked like she had fallen asleep. He smiled and took his left hand to slowly stroke her hair like he had been doing on the couch earlier. He continued his actions, which he found relaxing on its own…he closed his eyes; "Why did you stop earlier on the couch?" He heard Amanda ask. Mark didn't open his eyes nor stop his movements; "You scared me when you sneezed… were you enjoying it?" Amanda shifted her back slightly on his chest before speaking; "Yes, just like I am now."

Mark grinned and moved his hand to slowly stroke the side of her face; Amanda didn't feel as hot as she did earlier when they were on the couch, so maybe her fever had broken as well. He still had his eyes closed when he felt Amanda's lips touch his hand; Mark opened his eyes a bit and saw she was kissing his fingers; he smirked at the affection and his breath suddenly hitched when he felt Amanda's mouth close around his pointer finger. Mark sighed and allowed to suck softly on his finger…he was not going to be able to stop what her actions was doing to his body.

Mark reached his right hand towards her bra strap and slid it down, exposing her right breast; he moved his hand to her breast and started gently massaging it. Amanda moaned appreciatively against his pointer finger; Mark caused her to moan loudly when he lightly pinched her nipple between his thumb and other pointer finger. He felt Amanda's breath on his neck as she started kissing and sucking just below his left jawline; Mark took his left and pulled the other bra strap down, massaging both breasts in tandem now. Amanda moaned against his neck and she took his right hand, moving it under the water.

Mark kept his left hand on her breast as he moved his right hand inside her panties; he teasingly ran his middle finger up and down Amanda's core before finally entering. Mark sucked in his breath because she felt so tight; he imagine how good it would feel to be inside Amanda, thrusting as hard as he could as she tightened around him. Mark added another finger and began to pump them rhythmically; Amanda moaned against his neck and softly nibbled it as he added his thumb to her sweet spot.

They continued until Mark felt Amanda tighten hard around his fingers and she moaned loudly against his neck; it took him a moment to have his fingers released and that alone sent his arousal through the roof. Mark took his hands outside the tub again as Amanda rested against his chest…he looked at her face and it was completely blissful. He closed his eyes again, trying to get his body under control; he suddenly felt Amanda move off his chest…Mark opened his eyes and she had turned to face him.

Amanda smirked as she reached her hands under the water and inside his swim trunks. Mark grinned as she lowered the trunks to gain good access to his aroused member; he tilted his head back as she started moving her hand up and down in a steady rhythm; "That feels good, Mandy…mmm." Mark said in appreciation as he kept his eyes closed. He quickly opened them when he felt Amanda pull her hand away and suddenly mounted him; "I'm on the pill, Hoffman…relax and let me do the work."

He didn't argue and trusted her as she began to ride him…for someone who was not 100 percent well, Amanda was doing a great job getting Mark to his climax; "You're so tight…damn." He said as she increased her pace; "Expected something different?" Amanda asked, not stopping her ministrations. Mark smirked; "Well…" Amanda put her hand on his mouth; "I'm not a whore or a slut …I can count on my two hands how many people I have been with…including you." She pulled her hand away from his mouth and Mark grinned in kind.

Amanda sped up and Mark moaned loudly; "So good…I'm so close, baby." She sped up even more and he threw his head back; "Make me come, Mandy…PLEASE!!" Mark screamed out as he felt his climax hit…Amanda kept moving her hips slowly and he yelled out even more; "Damn tease!!" She smiled and held still as Mark finished his climax; Amanda started to pull away, but Mark brought her to his chest and kissed her hot mouth for a long moment.

They broke apart and became aware the water had chilled considerably; "We better get out and get to bed." Amanda said as she got up and adjusted her underwear back to its correct spot; she also put her bra straps back on and grabbed a towel before stepping on the bath mat outside the tub. Mark followed next and she handed him a towel when he stepped on the bath mat. She grinned as she began to dry Mark off…he grinned back and started to dry Amanda off in return; "Where's your dry bra and panties at?" Mark asked.

Amanda blushed and admitted; "I didn't bring any, nor did I bring any fresh clothes…I forgot to pack a bag." Mark nodded and went out the bathroom door; when he came back, he had two pairs of boxers and two t-shirts; I'll put your clothes in the wash before we go to bed. Amanda nodded and she removed her wet underwear as Mark removed his trunks…they did one final dry off before putting on their respective boxers and t-shirts; "I didn't take you as a Doors fan, Mark." Amanda said as she looked at the shirt he gave her to wear; "That was a gift from an ex…I don't listen to music unless it is from the 80s." Amanda rolled the boxers to fit her bottom half and she laughed out loud at Mark's t-shirt; "Choose Life? Isn't that from a WHAM! music video?"

Mark nodded; "Yeah…told you, I like 80's music…different genres." She grinned; "Do you have any blankets I can use for the couch?" Mark rolled his eyes; "You gave me probably one of the best orgasms I've ever had, so you are going to sleep in my bedroom." Amanda blushed; "Ok then." Mark picked up their old and wet clothing and took it to the small laundry room in his apartment had next to it; Amanda waited by the bathroom door as Mark turned on the laundry and then went through the apartment, turning off the lights and the TV.

Mark took her hand and led her to the bedroom; Amanda crawled underneath the covers and he followed suit. Once they were comfortable, Mark turned off the lamp on his nightstand; he felt Amanda snuggle into him…they were both starting to feel better, which meant they would have to go back to the warehouse…and become enemies again. Mark hugged Amanda tight for the few hours they had left before the reality of being apprentices for Jigsaw took over their lives…he closed his eyes…the smell of Epsom salt fading as he drifted into darkness.

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Mark woke up suddenly and saw darkness…the familiar smell of filth that he had gotten used to replaced the scent of Amanda's clean flesh; he was still in the basement bathroom, chained by the leg like a wild animal. He shook his head as he got his bearings…this was the third night, or at least what Mark considered nights now, that he had a sexual fantasy about his long-dead co-apprentice…a death that he had helped put into motion. Amanda had gotten the last laugh in the end…her death was somewhat quick, but his was going to be prolonged, and he would feel it all…and Mark deserved it.

Mark sighed and turned on his back; he had lost a good deal of weight since his imprisonment…he found he was no longer hungry, so maybe the end was coming near. Mark hoped to see his sister again, but he was pretty sure they would not be in the same place in the afterlife; Angie was pure and Mark was not…he hadn't been since Seth Baxter entered his life and took away his sister from him.

Mark knew that Amanda would be in the same place as him in the afterlife; she would not be happy to see him and he could not blame her…maybe he could ask Amanda for forgiveness…not that he deserved it. He smiled as he suddenly felt soft hands on his body…her hands…Amanda's. Mark felt her lips touch his, and he greedily accepted her kiss; he slowly opened her eyes to see Amanda wearing a gauzy red and black slip dress…her hair was cropped short and spiky like it was when they first met…her makeup dark, but perfect.

Amanda broke the kiss and stood up, sliding the slip dress off her body; she was now completely naked in front of him and beckoning him to come closer to her. Mark obliged and kneeled in front of her; Amanda took his head and brought it close to her core…Mark sighed and planted his face into her, a grin appearing on his face.

Mark grinned as he continued to lay on his back in the basement bathroom, caught up in another fantasy with his co-apprentice…if he wasn't so selfish, he could be experiencing this in real life…a life away from the decay that was waiting for him at any moment when he took his last breath.

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"So, why are we heading to Amity Island again?" Mark asked as he continued to drive through the beachy two-lane road. Amanda sighed; "If you listened to me the first time, John wants us to go to his old beach house and retrieve some old savings bonds he has hidden…he needs to cash them out ASAP." Mark huffed; "You know, when I "agreed" to help John, I thought it was to help with trap building, not to be a gopher." Amanda rolled her eyes; "At least we get to spend the weekend at the beach, so there's that." Mark snorted; "Going to the beach with you is not my idea of a good time, Young."

Amanda reached over and flicked him on the head; "Hopefully I find some hot ass guy to hook up with and I can go hang at his place…or you can listen to us screw all weekend." Mark scoffed; "Maybe I will find me a hot chick first, Young…you can listen to her scream my name all weekend." Amanda laughed; "Sure…she will scream your name because she'll be mad when it is over in 30 seconds." Mark was getting pissed, but he decided to let it pass; "Let's stop at the next store we see…we probably need to get some essentials." Amanda nodded; "Sounds like a plan, Detective."

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Fifteen minutes later, the two stopped at a local grocery store called Lee's; they picked up several nonperishable food items, beer, wine, and some personal products. They loaded up John's old Yukon and drove to the beach house. It was evening by the time they arrived, so they quickly made their way into the house, bringing their personal items and groceries with them. Mark turned on the light and was shocked to say the least; the beach house was pretty much a one room shack; "Wow, this sucks." Mark said, putting down his luggage. Amanda took a look around; there was a small kitchen, a couch, a TV, one bed, a small closet, and a bathroom that had a toilet and a sink only; "I don't see a shower, Mark."

Mark looked around and opened the back door that went out to the beach; "Ah, found the shower…it is an outdoor one." Amanda sighed; "Let's go back to town and find a motel." Mark wanted to agree, but they were also limited on money; "I think we can make it until Sunday morning, Young…we can spend the day on the beach tomorrow." Amanda sighed again, but relented; "Ok…who is getting the bed?" Mark walked over to the couch and was relieved to find it was a sofa bed; "You can have the bed…I will take the sofa bed." Amanda nodded in agreement; "Let's get settled in and make some dinner…I hope this dump has some pots and pans…also silverware and plates."

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Fortunately, the kitchen did have the necessities needed to cook, so Amanda made Kraft Deluxe Macaroni and Cheese with a side of diced canned potatoes that she fried in a skillet; the meal was surprisingly good for Amanda's cooking skills. After dinner, they tried the TV, but found only a few stations; they put a movie called Galaxy Invader on, which was cheesy as hell, but entertaining at least. When the movie was over, they saw that John had some board games, so they thumbed through them; "Let's play Trouble." Amanda said, handing Mark a beer. He nodded; "Ok, but I get to pick the next board game." They opened up their beers and proceeded to play several rounds of Trouble.

Mark thumbed through the board games again while Amanda got them a glass of wine and some Red Vines licorice; "What game did you go with?" Mark held it up for her to see; "Are you serious, Mark…a ouija board?" He grinned; "Come on…it will be fun. Amanda rolled her eyes, but came over to the table anyway; "If you bring any evil on us, I am kicking your ass." Mark laughed; "You believe in that stuff, huh?" Amanda frowned; "Yes, I kinda do." Mark laughed again; "It's a game board from Parker Brothers…so scary!!"

Amanda rolled her eyes again; "Let's play then, asshat." They got the planchette out and put it on the board; "You go first, Young." She sighed; "Am I going to get laid this weekend?" The two moved the planchette across the board and it moved up to YES. Amanda giggled softly; "Your turn, Detective." Mark thought of a question; "Am I going to get some tail this weekend?" The planchette moved across the board to the word YES. Mark grinned; "Maybe we will find out hookups on the beach tomorrow…your turn, Young." Amanda took a few moments before asking a question; "We will see a big great white shark tomorrow?"

The planchette moved up to the word YES; "I never saw a great white shark before, so I am interested in that…ok…here's my question, Young…will we be eaten by the shark?" Amanda pulled her hands away from the planchette; "Don't ask questions like that, dumbass!!" Mark removed his hands from the planchette as well; "Come on, you know this thing is not real." Amanda looked down and saw the planchette had moved back to the word YES; "Did you move that, Mark?" Mark looked at the board; "No, I didn't…you must have." She looked at the board; "I don't wanna play anymore." Mark laughed; "You believe in this thing, don't you?"

Amanda blinked; she picked up the board, planchette, and box…she walked over to the back door that went out to the beach and tossed it outside; "Better be safe than sorry." Mark rolled his eyes; "Whatever…let's get ready for bed…it is past midnight." Amanda got up and went to the bathroom first while Mark got the sofa bed ready; his co-apprentice exited a few minutes later with a bare face, rolled boxer shorts, and a baby tee…he swallowed hard, for he was not expecting Amanda to look cute in her pajamas choice; "What are you staring at?"

Mark blushed, realizing that he must have been really staring; "Nothing…you finished?" Amanda nodded and Mark made a beeline for the bathroom; after finishing his business and brushing his teeth, he stripped out of his clothes and put his sleeper pants on…he smirked and decided to forgo wearing a shirt to bed tonight; 'I'll make you stare too, ho.' Mark thought as he exited the bathroom. He inwardly grinned as Amanda did indeed stare; "Watcha looking at, Young?" She smirked; "You have a bug crawling up your back, asshat." Mark began to swat at his back; "Is it gone?" Amanda smirked again; "Yeah."

There was no bug.

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Mark turned over in the sofa bed; he had not been to sleep yet because he could not get comfortable…meanwhile, Amanda was peacefully sleeping in the bed; "Bitch" Mark muttered under his breath and suddenly, the sofa bed crashed to the ground; "SHIT!!" Amanda turned on the room light; "What happened?" Mark looked at her; "What do you think happened?" Amanda smirked; "Cut back on the donuts, Detective." Mark looked at her, totally pissed; "Screw you, bitch." Amanda smirked again, but then softened; "Get your pillow and blanket…come join me."

Mark was quiet for a moment before finally giving in; he walked over with his blanket and pillow and climbed into the bed with his co-apprentice. Amanda waited for him to get comfortable before she turned the room light off; "Goodnight, dickhead." Amanda said as she turned over. Mark flipped her off, and then closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

Outside, the beach was quiet and peaceful; the ocean waves were gently rolling…until a fin of a shark broke the surface, passing by John's beach house before sinking back into the water.

Amanda and Mark's great white shark, known by the locals as JAWS, was waiting patiently for them to enter the water.

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Mark woke up to something tickling his nose; he looked and saw Amanda had ended up on top of him as they slept last night; he smirked and blew softly on her hair…she moaned softly and snuggled down more on top of him. Mark started sweating slightly, mainly because he was starting to get a bit "excited" with Amanda being on top of him. She felt it because she jolted awake quickly; "The hell, Hoffman?" He smirked; "You were on top of me, ho." Amanda frowned and swiftly got off of him, heading to the bathroom.

Mark got out of bed and stretched; he walked over to the back door and peered outside; they were the only house on the beach for miles. He looked out at the ocean and saw what looked like a permanent deck a few yards away from the shoreline…he also saw a small boat that one probably used to get to the deck; the place that John bought might be a shack, but the beach set up was amazing. He heard Amanda come out of the bathroom; "Come and look at this set-up, Young?"

Amanda walked over and peered out the door as well; "Wow, that is nice…let's grab some breakfast and head out." Mark nodded and shut the back door. The shark fin rose again and sank back down in the water…waiting patiently.

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Nearly 30 minutes later, the two were out on the beach; they had a light breakfast of bagels and cream cheese, but packed a cooler and several food items to take to the deck. Amanda loaded the small boat while Mark looked for the oars to use; he found them stored in the outside shower. He made his way back to the boat; "Ready?" Amanda nodded and she helped him push the boat off the shoreline. It took them almost 10 minutes to row the boat to the deck because the water was a bit choppy.

They arrived and the deck, and Mark tied the boat to one of the cleats; Amanda got our first and Mark handed her the cooler and other items before disembarking himself; "This is pretty nice." He said as he got two beach towels out. Amanda took her beach towel and laid it out on the deck; "This place is secluded…I see no houses at all or boats." Mark grinned; "Maybe we can tan nude, Young." Amanda rolled her eyes and removed the sweatshirt she had on and her water sandals. Mark stared at her blue bikini that had ties on the sides of the bottoms…the top also had two ties in the back. He stared even more when he saw the bikini top was a bit too small, showing some "under" cleavage as well as normal cleavage. Mark quickly turned around, laying his towel out, trying to distract himself.

Amanda lay down on the towel and got out her sunscreen; she stared at Mark as he took off his shirt, showing off the muscles in his back…who knew this "oaf" had a body that she would want to lick ice cream off. Amanda shook her head and started applying the sunscreen to the front of her body; "You want a beer, Young?" Mark said, getting into the cooler. Amanda nodded as she continued to put her sunscreen on. He set the bottle down next to her and sat on his towel; "You need some help with the back…and I am offering so you don't get burned, Mandy." He took a swig of his beer, awaiting her reply.

Amanda sighed and took a swig of her beer; "Sure." She lay down on her stomach and handed Mark the sunscreen. He smirked slightly as he applied the cream to his hand, and started on her back; he did not untie the strings of her top, but he did slip his hands underneath them…he heard Amanda moan softly. Mark continued to work down to the small of her back, stopping at her bottom; "Did you get the back of your legs?" Amanda nodded and took another sip of her beer. Mark grinned and applied cream on his hands; he slowly massaged the cream into her rear…she did not stop him.

Finished with the cream, Mark prepared to cap it, but he heard Amanda say; "My front might need a bit more sunscreen." Mark grinned; "Turn over then." Amanda did as he requested; he lathered up his hands with more cream, and started massaging it into her flat stomach; "Gotta be careful out in this sun." Mark said, teasingly. Amanda groaned as Mark lathered his hands again and started massaging the cream into her chest; he exposed one of her breasts and softly massaged it; "You like that?" Amanda moaned in appreciation; "You know I am going to taste like sunscreen, right?" Mark exposed her other breast; "Like I give a shit." He began sucking on her nipples and Amanda ran her hands down his back, going inside the back of his trunks, pulling them down slightly.

As the two continued to fool around, the rope to the boat began to fray on a piece of cut wood on the deck; neither of them noticed it, or the shark fin that appeared behind the boat before sinking down in the water.

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Mark reached down and untied Amanda's bottoms; he removed his mouth from her chest and started kissing her stomach; "I hope no one sees us." Amanda said, removing her top completely. Mark looked up and grinned" I don't think we need to worry about that." He descended between her legs and Amanda moaned loudly, knocking her beer over; it rolled towards the end of the deck and fell into the ocean, hitting the head of the great white shark that was circling the deck underwater. Amanda screamed out as Mark got her off; he moved back up to kiss her and she pulled his trunks completely off, sliding them off with her feet…thankfully, they did not go off the deck.

She pushed Mark onto his back on top of his towel and immediately went down on him; he moaned loudly…the shark fin resurfaced behind Amanda on the deck, but Mark did not see if because her head was blocking the view; the fin sank again, hitting the boat, causing the rope to fray even more. Amanda lifted her head, moved back to her towel, and rolled Mark on top of her; "I'm on the pill if you want to go further." He wasted no time entering her and started rocking against her; "The ouija board was right about us getting laid, Young."

Amanda giggled softly; "I guess so." Mark increased his thrusts and they both moaned loudly; the great white shark swam faster around the deck, undoubtedly hearing what it considered food. The excited shark hit the boat again and the rope broke…the boat started floating away, but neither Mark nor Amanda noticed because of the frantic sex they were engaging in. Mark threw back his head and climaxed hard, with Amanda hitting hers at the same time; "Damn, that was good Hoffman." He chuckled and gave her a few kisses; "Not so bad yourself, Young…I'm hungry now." She grinned; "Let's get redressed and get some snacks…I knocked my beer in the ocean, dammit." Mark smirked; "I think it was worth losing it." Amanda smirked in return and put her bikini back on as Mark put his trunks back on.

Mark turned around and saw the boat had come loose; "Dammit, the boat's rope snapped." He looked out to see how far it was; "I think I can swim out and get it." He prepared to dive in, but Amanda quickly grabbed his arm, both of them falling to the deck; "What the hell, Amanda?" She pointed to the fin of the shark that was starting to circle the deck again; "You and that damn ouija board…I told you not to mess with that shit." Mark stared…it was an actual shark and it was indeed circling the deck; "I have my gun, so maybe I can scare it away." Amanda scoffed; "Or maybe piss it off." Mark looked at her; "You got any other suggestions?" Amanda shook her head and Mark got his gun out.

Mark aimed and shot three rounds into the shark; it did not go away, despite being hit…Mark saw blood in the water, so he knew he for sure hit it; "Shit." Amanda was slowly starting to panic; "What are we going to do, Mark…it's going to eat us if we try to get the boat." Mark was not sure how to answer her, but the boat was getting further away; "Do we have any meat-based snacks?" Amanda looked through the bag; "We have some, not a lot." Mark thought for a moment; "Throw what snacks you can into the water; hopefully the bastard goes after it…I will swim out to get the boat."

Amanda stared at Mark; "No, it will eat you!!" Mark grabbed her to get her to see reason; "This is all I can think to do…it knows we are here, so it is going to stick around." Amanda blinked and kissed Mark passionately; "Be careful." He nodded; "I'll be back to get you." Amanda took the meat snacks and started throwing them away from the dock and boat; the shark headed towards the snacks, so Mark quickly jumped in the water and swam toward the boat. Amanda kept throwing the snacks, but the shark lost interest and started to head to Mark, who was close to the boat; "Mark, hurry up…IT'S COMING!!" Mark swam faster, not willing to look back…he touched the boat and started to pull himself up; he could hear a "skiing" sound behind him…he knew it was the shark.

Mark got himself up in the boat, but the shark bumped it, sending him sideways away from the deck and the shoreline. He looked and the shark had turned around, starting to head back to the dock. He got out the oars and started paddling towards the dock…Mark was exhausted, but he kept going. He saw Amanda throwing more snacks out away from the deck as he approached…the shark went after the snacks and Mark was close enough to the deck. He didn't even have to say anything to Amanda because she jumped into the boat, almost capsizing it; "Help me paddle." Mark said. Amanda grabbed the other oar and they began paddling to the shoreline, not looking back and concentrating on what was in front of them.

They had almost made it to the shoreline when suddenly the boat was hit by the shark hard, causing it to capsize this time; Amanda and Mark resurfaced; "Swim, Mandy, don't look back…GO!!" Amanda swam hard and made it to the shoreline; she saw Mark still swimming, and then he was suddenly pulled under…he did not resurface. Amanda started crying and sat down near the shoreline. She took a few moments to collect herself and looked up; she saw the fin coming closer to the shoreline…Amanda smirked coldly, knowing that she was safe on the shore; "I beat you, you stupid bastard…I BEAT YOU!!… SCREW YOU!!"

But, Amanda underestimated the power of the JAWS, which rode in on a sudden wave that gave it enough water not to be beached; it grabbed a screaming Amanda by the leg and the wave rolled backwards, taking her and the shark with it. The water turned bloody.

The JAWS received its meal, so the ocean went back to its peaceful state…until the great white shark got hungry again.

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Mark Hoffman made his way to his small two-bedroom house after another long shift as a security guard for a local psychiatric hospital; he was running behind, so he was hoping that he was not keeping the babysitter from what she did after leaving his residence. He would need to pay her a bit extra. The sitter had started working for him about three months ago, when his job unexpectedly changed.

Mark's sister had died a year ago after a short battle with cancer, and he was left with taking care of his niece, Maxine, permanently. Maxine's father, Seth, gave up custody of the little girl when she was born four years ago; Mark knew that Maxine was better off with him anyway, so he had no issues taking her in. Mark had been working for a police department that went through some serious job cuts…Mark's job was one of them; he had been able to send Maxine to daycare while working for the department, but had to stop because he needed to find another job.

Mark ended up getting a job as a security guard at Sanders Psychiatric Hospital, but it was for the evening shift, which was from 3 pm to 11pm; he decided to forgo sending Maxine to daycare because he needed to find evening care. Dr. Lawrence Gordon, a doctor at the hospital, put Mark in touch with a friend of his named John Kramer, who owned a boarding house; Gordon's boyfriend, Adam, lived in the boarding house, and had mentioned that there was a young woman named Amanda also living there that helped take care of the cancer stricken Kramer while his wife, Jill, was at work. Amanda was looking for some evening work, and she would probably make a good babysitter for Maxine.

Mark called John, who had nothing but praise for Amanda… he thought she was an excellent caregiver. He gave Mark Amanda's information, and she readily agreed to take the babysitting job; she would have to begin at 4 pm because of Jill's work schedule, so Mark asked his neighbor to watch Maxine for an hour, paying them 25 bucks. Mark also agreed to pay Amanda 80 bucks a night and 10 an hour for extra time after 11:30 pm, which would be rare; it evened out to about the same payment for daycare…Mark was surprised he made a bit more as a security guard than as a police officer; he did find the retirement in the security position to be quite poor though.

Mark arranged to meet Amanda to introduce her to Maxine; when he answered the door, he was taken aback a bit by her appearance…Amanda wore black combat boots with fishnets tights, a long red silk skirt with a slit that went up the side, and a tight black Henley too that showed off her tight tummy a bit. Her hair was short and unevenly spiked…her make-up was a bit on the dark side, but still looked presentable; she also wore red-framed glasses. Mark thought Amanda looked a bit like a goth, but her personality did not match the profile. She introduced herself and asked if she could meet Maxine, who took an immediate liking to the woman. Mark was happy that Maxine liked Amanda, and that was all that mattered to him.

Mark went to work the first night at the hospital, leaving Maxine with Amanda; he found the job quite easy, and he was able to sneak in some reading because of the downtime. Mark's shift ended at 11 pm, and he was home by 11:15 pm; Maxine was already in bed and Amanda had the house cleaned up…she also had a late dinner ready for Mark if he wanted to eat it, or make it leftovers for lunch or work. He was quite pleased with everything and paid her first payment of 80 bucks. The woman smiled at Mark and told him she would see him tomorrow evening, exiting the house. He grinned and went to check on Maxine, who was sound asleep with a happy look on her face. He then went back to the kitchen, where he ate a bit of the dinner that Amanda made for him…it was delicious.

The routine stayed the same Monday through Friday; Mark was blessed to have the weekends off, which he found quite restful. About a month and half in, Mark began to notice that Amanda's outfits were becoming a bit less goth based, and more "sexy" based…or at least that is how he saw it; she had started wearing low-rise jeans and tight cami tops…she would sometimes trade the jeans up for short skirts; they were so short that Mark thought he saw Amanda's underwear a few times…he opted to not address her change in wear because it would make him sound like a creep…and, secretly, he was enjoying looking at the young woman; Mark had not been with someone in over a year.

Mark came through the door, and Amanda was stirring something in a big pot; "Sorry, I am late…the night shift guard showed up late." Amanda looked up at him and she continued to stir; "That's ok…I don't have any plans tonight anyway…Maxine went to bed around 9 pm, so it has been quiet." Mark took in what she had on; she had on a pleated jean skirt, black boots that went up to her knee, a tight black polo, and her regular red-framed glasses. He swallowed because she did look hot…he almost wondered if Amanda was wearing the outfits on purpose.

Mark shook his head and walked over to the stove, standing a safe distance behind her; "What are you making?" Amanda turned her head sideways and smirked slightly; "Vegetable soup…I figure you can eat on it for a few days." Mark swallowed again because he thought of something else he would rather eat on for a few days, but he shook his head again; "Thank you…I am going to go change, so I will be back in a minute." He turned, but he heard Amanda say; "I like the blue shirt and black pants you have for your uniform…it looks good on you." Mark blushed a bit; "Do you want me to leave it on?" Amanda grinned; "I wouldn't mind it:"

He smiled and walked back towards the table and sat down; Amanda lifted to get a deeper stir in the pot and Mark's face became hot…Amanda had no underwear on underneath her skirt; he saw her bare ass when as she lifted. He licked his dry lips and walked back over behind Amanda, moving a bit closer to her this time; "Do you need some help?" Mark whispered in her ear. Amanda turned and smirked again; "What kind of help?" Mark felt her push her rear slightly into him; he grinned and put his right hand on her thigh, running it slowly up under the skirt; "The only kind of "help" I can give you, Mandy."

Mark ran his finger teasingly over her trimmed pubic region; "Why no underwear?" He whispered in her ear, lightly licking the shell of it. Amanda moaned and turned the stove off, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck; "I think you're hot…you look sexy in your uniform…you are a good father to Maxine…those things turn me on, and I want you inside me." Mark grinned and moved his finger to tease her core; "So, I'm a DILF, huh?" Amanda laughed, but moaned at the same time; "Yes, you are." She pushed back against Mark's crotch and began to grind against it.

Mark groaned and began to work his finger inside of Amanda; "I noticed your outfits changed a while back…was that for my benefit?" Amanda's eyes rolled back in her head; "Yes…I've wanted you for a while now." He worked his finger faster; "If we go further, are you going to stop watching Maxine? I can't have that happen right now, Mandy." Amanda moaned softly; "No…I care for you and Maxine a lot." Mark increased his fingering at a rapid pace and tilted Amanda's head back to kiss her as she orgasmed, covering her moans. He allowed Amanda to come back down before he released her lips; "Let's go to the laundry room; I don't want Maxine to take a chance of hearing or seeing us."

Amanda followed Mark to the laundry room; once inside, he locked the door behind him and put Amanda up on the washer. Mark pulled Amanda's shirt off, revealing her bare chest to him; "So damn hot." Mark said as he tossed her shirt on the dryer and started attacking her breasts…licking and sucking her nipples and the soft flesh around it. Amanda groaned and wrapped her legs around Mark; "You feel so good..shit." She ran her fingers through Mark's soft hair, and began to scratch her nails down his back… She loved the feeling of the blue shirt's material on her fingertips.

Mark pulled away and smirked; "You have a kink for a man in a uniform don't you?" Amanda smirked back; "Only you in your uniform…your body looks perfect in it." He grinned and removed his duty belt, carefully placing it on the folding table because his gun, with the safety on, was still in it; "Unbutton my shirt, baby." Amanda pulled his shirt out of his work pants and started slowly unbuttoning it from the top; she noticed that Mark had on a white undershirt, but that also looked good on him. She removed his blue shirt, taking care to set it on the dryer because the badges were still attached; Amanda then removed Mark's white undershirt, tossing it in the laundry basket…she sucked in her breath as she saw his muscular chest; "Fu.. me…so hot." Amanda said as she ran her hands up and down his chest.

Mark moaned as Amanda applied her lips to his nipples, licking and sucking them…placing a light nibble every once in a while. Satisfied, she unbuttoned Mark's pants, but he stopped her; "I have something I need to do first." Mark said as he placed her legs over his shoulders. Amanda moaned loudly as Mark bent to lick her core, ravaging it like a starved animal; "Mmm, I'd rather eat this for a few days, Mandy." Mark said as he briefly pulled away before plunging back in. Amanda tilted back on the washer and began to essentially hump Mark's face; "You like that, baby?" She asked as Mark moaned appreciatively against her. An intensity of moans, sighs, pants, and gasps built up; Amanda finally screamed out in ecstasy, covering Mark's face in her sweetness; "Mmm, so yummy, baby." He said as he licked his lips like a cat that had just had some cream.

Amanda hopped off the washer and pushed Mark against the laundry door; "My turn." She said as she pulled his pants and boxers down; Amanda stared at his endowed member; "Damn Mark, you are packing." He grinned; "Way to flatter a man, baby." Amanda smirked as she rubbed her open mouth and face seductively on Mark's member; "Tease." He said as he watched her actions, which he found extremely hot. Amanda stopped teasing and closed her lips around him, going deep. Mark bucked into her mouth; "Yes, baby, just like that…take it deep in your throat." Amanda did as Mark requested and he threw his head back, moaning loudly. He looked down and saw that Amanda's eyes were watering considerably; Mark went to pull back, but she wouldn't let him; "Fu..in' queen." He praised as she continued her deep ministrations.

Amanda eventually pulled away; her eye make-up was running a bit down her face; "I want you…now." She said, standing up. Mark smiled; "Turn around and lean against the washer." Amanda returned his smile, and did as he asked; Mark reached to retrieve his wallet from his duty belt, pulling out a condom. He threw his wallet back on the folding table and quickly put the protection on; "You ready, Mandy?" He asked, hand on his member. Amanda turned and grinned; "Yes." Mark lifted her skirt and pushed her forward a bit more across the washer; he teased her a few times before he started pushing in…she was incredibly tight; "Damn, Mandy…I may be done in less than five minutes…you feel so good."

Amanda smirked; "Is that so? Well, you better make that five minutes rock my world." Mark smirked and began to find a rhythm that was pleasant for them both; he smacked Amanda's ass and she yelped slightly; "You like that, baby girl?" Amanda moaned; "Yes, Daddy, I like it." Mark smirked again; "You like me being your Daddy, baby?" He smacked her rear again; "Yes, I like it…I like it, Daddy." Mark grinned; it had been a while since he had fun with a woman like this…Amanda was seven years younger than Mark, so it wasn't creepy to him to role play with her; Mark had tried to date a 19 year old a few months ago just for the hell of it…they only went on one date because she was immature and Mark honestly felt like a creep at 31 years old; the 19 year old ended up going out with his co-worker Eric Matthews, who was the same age as Mark…Eric, of course, wasted no time bedding the girl.

Mark leaned down and kissed Amanda's bare back as he continued to thrust harder and harder into her; "Anything special you want Daddy to do, baby?" He asked as he paced himself. Amanda turned her head to the side; "I wouldn't mind you to "play" a little "back there" if you know what I mean." Mark slowed a bit; "Fingers or…" She grinned; "Fingers are fine." Mark smirked as he slowly slid a finger inside; "Like that, baby?" Amanda's eyes rolled back in her head again and she answered him breathlessly; "Yes, just like that…OH!!" Mark smiled as he found the perfect cadence for his ministrations; "Baby girl liking it doubled like that?"

Amanda squealed; "Yes, Daddy…OH!!" Mark smirked seductively and moved his other hand to her front, rubbing her sweet spot; "Gonna make you come hard, baby girl…you want that?" Amanda squirmed and moaned; "Yes, Daddy…I want it…I WANT IT…OH" She came undone and Mark felt her tighten against him and also his finger; "MANDY…OH!!" He threw his head back, and had probably one of the hardest orgasms of his life…Mark honestly about blacked out because it was so intense. He collapsed against her, slowly withdrawing himself and his finger; Mark turned and discarded the condom in the trash can, and washed his hands in the laundry sink while Amanda continued breathing hard against the washer; "You ok, Mandy?" She turned and smiled; "Yes…I just…I've never come that hard before." Mark smiled in return; "Neither have I."

They slowly got dressed and Mark looked at his watch…it was now 1 am; "I owe you extra, Mandy." She scoffed; "Just pay me the 80 bucks…don't worry about extra." Mark reached into his wallet and extracted four 20-dollar bills; he handed her the money and their fingers touched…Mark pulled Amanda into a passionate kiss, which she returned; they finally broke apart; "It's late…why don't you stay here tonight?" Mark said, not letting her go. Amanda smiled softly; "What about Maxine seeing me here in the morning?" Mark shrugged; "She is four, so I don't think she will understand, ya know?…but, you can just say you came by early."

Amanda was quiet for a minute; "Ok…I know where the extra blankets and pillows are…" Mark looked at her; "You are welcome to be in my bed if you want to…no pressure." Amanda was quiet again; "Ok…thank you." Mark smiled and kissed her softly on the lips; "Let me go check on Maxine and I will meet you there, ok?" Amanda nodded and they exited the laundry room.

Twenty minutes later, Mark entered his bedroom; Amanda was in his bed; she still had her polo on, but had put her red underwear back on; "Was she ok?" Mark nodded as he took off his uniform and got out his pajamas; "She woke up when I was getting ready to leave the room, said her throat was hurting her a bit…she didn't have a fever, but I gave her some children's Tylenol just in case." Amanda nodded; "She may be coming down with something…she was a bit quiet at dinner tonight if I remember." Mark put on his pajamas and handed Amanda a shirt that was from Kennywood Theme Park; "This might be more comfortable than that polo."

Amanda smiled and took off her polo; she glanced at Mark, who was looking at her naked top; "You're damn gorgeous, Mandy." She smiled and put the Kennywood shirt to the side and motioned for Mark to come to the bed; he smirked and got in the bed, leaning over to kiss Amanda…he then moved his mouth down to her breasts and started sucking them softly, the pleasure building yet again.

There was a soft knock at the bedroom door; "Uncle Mark?" He pulled away from Amanda's chest quickly as she daftly put the Kennywood shirt on; Amanda started to hide under the bed when Mark tapped her shoulder; "Don't worry about it." He said softly as he got up to answer the bedroom door; Maxine, in her Powerpuff Girls pajamas and holding a Buttercup doll, looked at her uncle sadly; "I don't feel good, Uncle Mark…oh, hello Miss Amanda!!" Amanda smiled at the girl, though she was still embarrassed about being seen in Mark's bed; "Uncle Mark told me you weren't feeling good." The little girl beamed; "Is that why you are here?"

Amanda smiled; "Yeah, that is why I am here." She gave Mark a look and he just grinned; "You wanna get in bed with me and Miss Amanda? We can keep an eye on you better in here." Maxine smiled and Mark picked her up and put her in the bed; she scooted closer to Amanda and Mark then got in…she nestled between the two, and fell back asleep almost immediately. Mark looked at Amanda and mouthed; "Baby girl." Amanda smirked and mouthed; "Daddy." Mark turned and wrapped his arms around his niece and babysitter…or girlfriend?…who knows. He grinned as he saw Amanda had fallen asleep…he grinned one more time before sleep finally consumed him.

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Mark stared at the blueprints in front of him, trying yet again to take his mind off what he had to sit through today; he played like it didn't bother him while it was going on, but it messed with his mind greatly when he was alone afterwards. Mark had to observe John fooling around with Amanda…and by observe, it was happening right next to him where he could reach out and touch them if he wanted to.

This situation had started about a month ago, when the three has been working on a trap; it was mild at first…simple kissing that Mark could overlook, though he did not understand why Amanda would go along with it..he knew the young woman was attention starved and had probably done some questionable things with older men before for a hit or money when she was in serious throes of her drug addiction. But, Amanda has been recovering from that; Mark figured her going along with what John presented was for attention, and to maybe get in John's good graces better by offering herself to him.

The kissing slowly turned to deep kissing that honestly made Mark feel uncomfortable. He tried to exit, but John, while still kissing Amanda, grabbed his arm and pushed him back. It was like the old man wanted him to watch…Mark wasn't certain if it had to do with power dynamics or if John was hoping he would join them, which was not happening. Amanda never commented to Mark about any of John's actions, and he was not going to bring it up.

The deep kissing then moved to touching…more on John's part than Amanda's; she just sat there and let the old man grope her body; again, Mark tried to leave, but John stopped him…Mark wanted to say something, but he was too embarrassed to do so. As predicted, John's actions then moved to oral, but not from Amanda in return. Mark said nothing and just sat uncomfortably next to his co-apprentice who was being orally pleasured by their mentor…well, pleasured might be overstating it; Amanda did not look uncomfortable, but she didn't look happy either…she probably wanted Mark to be gone, but John would not allow it.

Mark threw his pencil on the desk; he knew that John having sex with Amanda was coming down the line…he wished he knew what the hell the game was; Was it because John thought he was cuck holding Mark? He didn't think that was it because Mark had not expressed any interest in Amanda in that manner. Was it to show that John had a power over Amanda that he never would? That was possible, but that sort of played back into the cuck holding aspect. Was it because the old man wanted to include Mark in their coupling, and was trying to see if he was interested? John had to know that Mark was not interested in that…so what was it?

Mark also questioned if Amanda wanted this to happen with John, but was too afraid to say anything; she did not look like someone who was enjoying herself, but Mark figured it had to do with him being the third wheel. Mark picked up the pencil and picked at the eraser; he did remember briefly locking eyes with Amanda while John was "busy"; she softly smiled at Mark…he would not describe it as a malicious smile, but more of a comfort. Mark had smiled back at her…she looked at him one more time before she went back to the vacant expression…he even questioned if Amanda was even being truthful about John getting her off in the end.

Mark heard a soft knock at his door; he stood up and answered the door…it was Amanda; "Hey Young, what do you need?" Amanda was quiet and had the vacant expression in her eyes again; "Nothing…I…I just wanted to see what you were into." Mark looked at her again…she seemed troubled; "Do you want to come in?" Amanda fidgeted for a moment before answering; "Yes, I do." Mark stood to the side to allow her entrance; she reluctantly came in and Mark closed the door…something was not right.

Mark took two steps forward and Amanda launched herself into his arms, burying her head into his chest; "Mandy, are you ok?" He was getting concerned because she never acted this way…what if John had gone too far…"Are you alright?" Mark asked again. Amanda pulled away…she looked near tears; "I'm not Mark, I'm not." Now, he was concerned; "You can talk to me, ya know? It is just me and you here tonight"…Mark knew that John had left earlier, but maybe he came back…he could feel his stomach churning.

Amanda took a breath; "Please don't tell John…please?" Mark nodded; "Talk to me." Amanda sighed; "I don't like John touching me…But I am afraid to say anything…he may make me leave." Mark was quiet for a moment; "Is there a reason why John is doing this stuff to you in front of me?…you've seen me try to leave." Amanda was quiet and descended into his arms again before speaking; "He's wanting you to join in…he doesn't want you to peruse, but he wants to watch you do things to me."

Mark stared; "And you were going to go along with this? Amanda, you don't owe this guy shit…he is not as powerful as you think he is…he's a closet psycho and you know it." Amanda looked up at him; "He is all I have, Mark." Mark scoffed; "For God's sakes Amanda…he is taking advantage of that…you don't want the man touching you…and he is trying to give you to someone else so he can watch…he doesn't care for you, Amanda." Mark knew he hurt her saying that because she started crying harder against his chest; "I'm sorry…I should have worded that differently…but the whole thing is shitty."

Mark held Amanda until she calmed down; she looked up at him and their eyes locked…she smiled…he returned the smile. Amanda lifted herself and softly kissed Mark on the lips…he didn't respond at first, but he then kissed Amanda softly on her lips; they exchanged a few more soft kisses before Mark spoke; "I don't know if we should be doing this, Mandy…I mean, I just found out our mentor is a dirty old man creep." Amanda looked down and then up again; "You know what is sad?… I couldn't wait for John to give me to you…At least I wouldn't mind you touching me." Mark smiled a bit; "Are you sure I want you to touch me?" He did not mean it rudely…he just wanted to know if they were on the same page.

Amanda looked at him deep in the eyes; "Do you want me to touch you?" Mark smiled; "Yes, I do." It has been a long time since he had been with a woman and he was tired of fantasies to fill the void.

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Mark lay Amanda down on his bed; he walked over to lock the door before joining her; "If you get uncomfortable, please say something." Amanda nodded and relaxed on his bed. Mark lay down next to her and just looked at Amanda for a few moments; "Why do you want me, Amanda?… You barely act like you can tolerate me most days…and yes, I know I am an ass to you as well." Amanda was quiet yet again for a bit before she answered; "You're attractive…you're strong…you're everything I am not." Mark looked at her again; "Amanda, you are better than you think you are…you're smart…I think if the cards of life were dealt better to you…you could have been an engineer of some sort…your traps are complicated, but they work well…and you are pretty when are not being a sour ass all the time."

The last remark got a smile out of Amanda…she did look very pretty when she smiled, but that was rare at times…Mark could understand it…she was currently dealing with an old man who she was not keen on doing sexual things with and was trying to pimp her out to another man for his benefit…that would make anyone sad. Amanda rubbed Mark's left arm slowly; "I want you, Detective." She said softly. He smirked and bent down to kiss her again…this time, the kisses went much more hungry; Mark thought about the times he observed her kissing John…she was not as eager as she was with him…Amanda was practically devouring his face and Mark liked it.

He broke the kiss; "Take your shirt off, Mandy." She smirked as she did so and lay back on the bed. Mark placed his left hand on her right breast and gently massaged it; "Ok?" He asked, wanting to be sure. Amanda nodded and sighed softly. Mark continued to massage her breast, easily pinching her nipple, which caused his co-apprentice to moan appreciatively; he grinned and lowered his mouth on her nipple and teased it with his tongue, bringing it into hardness. Amanda lifted her chest, bringing more of her breast towards his mouth…Mark then started sucking on her nipple. She moaned and sighed; Mark then completed the same sequence on her left breast.

He pulled away, looking at her now taut nipples; "Did you like that, Mandy?" He asked, running his hand up and down her stomach. Amanda smiled; "I think I could have come like that if you kept going." Mark smirked; "I got other ways to do that, Young…can I go down on you for a while?" Amanda squirmed a bit; "I want you too…but, I've never…umm" Mark looked at her; "Never?" Amanda avoided his face for a moment before answering; "No…umm, I'm a bit uncomfortable with it." He had his answer on whether or not Amanda was pretending with John; Mark nodded; "I don't have to if you don't want me to…it's fine." Amanda looked at him for a bit before continuing; "I want you too, but don't be upset if I don't get there."

Mark smiled; "It will be ok…I will make it comfortable for you." Amanda grinned a bit as Mark removed her shorts and underwear, leaving her bare to him; he smiled again and looked at her; "Have you ever gotten yourself off, Mandy?" Amanda blushed a bit; "Yeah." Mark nodded; "Why don't I watch you get yourself off…I can go down on you later after you are "warmed up" some." Amanda blushed again, but lowered her hands to her core; she began rubbing her sensitive nub as Mark watched; "Does that feel good, Mandy?" She shook her head in affirmation as she continued to rub…she tilted her head back and started moaning. Mark continued to watch; "Do you fantasize when you do this, Young?" Amanda moaned appreciatively; "I've thought of you before, Detective." Mark watched her blush, which meant it wasn't a lie; "Mmm, what kinda fantasy have you had about me?"

Amanda moaned as she continued rubbing and added a finger inside; "You screwing me on the hood of a police car in your precinct parking lot." Mark raised his eyebrows; "Oddly specific, but kinky nonetheless…how did we end up like that in your fantasy?" Amanda continued her ministrations as she talked; "I'm your partner in the fantasy…things just get wild one night and we take a smoke break in the parking lot; you lay me stomach down on the hood and screw me hard…but we have to be quiet so no one can hear us." Mark clucked his tongue as he listened; "Do you feel my balls slapping against you, Mandy?"

Mark's comment is enough to push Amanda over the edge and she climaxes hard…he smiles; "I take that as a "yes", Young." He allows her to come down a bit before he positions his face between her thighs; "It will be fun, Mandy…just relax…keep thinking about your fantasy." Mark slowly lowers his tongue to her core and her legs come up and slap the sides of his head; he grins and keeps going, slowly licking his co-apprentice, who moans loudly; "Mark…OH!!" He grins again as he continues to increase his pace, occasionally sucking at her sweet spot, which causes Amanda to whine; "OH!!…PLEASE…I need to…" Mark doesn't let up and he hears her scream…warm liquid covers his face…he looks up and sees Amanda panting hard; "Good, Mandy?"

Amanda looks at him and pulls his face to bring it up to her mouth; she kisses and wildly licks Mark's wet face; "Hell yeah." She answers as she continues to lap at his face with her tongue. Mark smirks and pulls away; "How do you feel about giving me head?" Amanda grins; "I have no issue with that, Detective." He grinned back; "I think I am going to stand up for this, Mandy." She nods and he walks over to the door, leaning against it; Amanda gets up and walks over to the door…Mark takes in her nakedness; "Mmm, turn around for a moment, Young…I wanna see that ass." She smirks and does as he requests; "Mmm…lovely.

Amanda grinned and got down on her knees in front of him; Mark undid the string of his sweat pants and lowered them down; "No boxers, Detective?" Amanda said, coyly. He nodded; "I usually don't when I put on lounging clothes…I wasn't planning on company this evening, ya know?" She smiled and directed her attention to his member; "I expected thick, and I am not disappointed at all." Mark blushed; "I usually don't have women comment on my endowment." Amanda looked up; "They should…it is quite nice." He smirked; Mark's number of sex partners was not overly large, 13, soon to be 14…he had lost his virginity at 18…he was a lot more chunkier then and was that way until he decided to join the Police Academy; his "endowment" appeared as he got more muscular…but no other partner had drawn attention to it like Amanda did tonight.

"I'm curious, Young, and don't feel pressured to answer…how many people have you been with?…my current number is 13." Amanda blushed, but still answered; "Seven men…two women." Mark blinked; "You've been with women?" Amanda grinned; "Yeah…I was trying to find what I liked when I was younger…I like men much more though." Mark shifted; "Have you thought about being with a woman recently?" Amanda shrugged; "Not opposed to it at all, but I prefer men more." Mark nodded and his mind went to Amanda being with a woman…he would be a liar if he said he wasn't curious about watching her with another female.

As if Amanda could read his mind, she asked; "Have you ever had a threesome before, Detective?" Mark shook his head negatively; "No, but I can say that I have been curious about it before." She smirked; "You would be a fun one to include." Mark blushed; "Maybe." Amanda then directed her attention back to the task at hand; "You ready, Detective?" He nodded and he watched Amanda take him into her mouth; Mark's eyes rolled back into his head; "So good, Mandy." He thought about the times he had to "watch" John's engagement of oral with Amanda…he can remember what was likely nervousness in her face as she was thinking about reciprocating, but then seeing relief when Amanda released John did not expect it back…Mark would have had to make himself zone out during that…it was difficult enough sitting through John "servicing."

Amanda's moans brought Mark out of his thoughts; she was bobbing her head at a nice pace and he sucked in his breath; "Mmm…I am not opposed to you going deep if you want to, Young." Mark hope she wanted to…he would easily put this as the nicest head job he had received; he moaned loudly as Amanda did go deeper…he felt what he pictured was the back of her throat; "Damn, Amanda…such a pro…Mmm." The two continued, but Mark wanted more, and he was certain his co-apprentice did as well; "Mandy…I need you to stop, ok?" She released him from her throat and stood up; she kissed him passionately and Mark used his feet to remove his sweat pants entirely…he picked Amanda up and carried her over to his bed, not breaking the kiss.

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Mark lowered her to the bed, still kissing her before pulling away to remove his shirt…Amanda's eyes got big; "You need to teach me how to lift weights, Detective." She said, taking in his muscular form. He grinned and lowered himself back down to kiss her; "Are you on birth control, Young?" She smiled while she softly trailed her nails up and down her back; "I'm on the shot…I get tested regularly as well…my last test was clean." Mark grinned; "My last physical came back fine…So, I think things are good." Amanda leaned up and kissed him again; "Can we start on our sides?" Mark nodded and turned her over on her side, getting behind her.

He placed her top leg over his, opening her up to him; Mark ran his hand over her core a few times..satisfied, he slowly rubbed his wet hand on himself before entering her; "Mandy…oh…so tight." Mark cooed as they adjusted to each other. Amanda sighed and moaned; "You feel good, Detective." He smirked; "I haven't even got started yet, Mandy." Mark started thrusting slowly, her rear pushing nicely against his pubic region…he looked up and he could see them in the dresser mirror…it was unintentional, but arousing; "Look at the mirror, Mandy…watch me f..k you." Amanda focused her eyes on the mirror; "Have you ever filmed yourself, Detective?"

Mark smirked, but kept his eyes on the mirror; "No…have you, Young?" She blushed; "Cecil liked to…I am sure he has the tapes or he probably sold them for some cash." Mark looked at her reflection; "How many tapes did you two make?" Amanda looked at his reflection; "Three tapes…I am certain he sold them." Mark kissed the side of her face; "Does that bother you?" Amanda shrugged; "Some, but we were also wise enough to hide our faces with masks…so I doubt anyone would recognize me unless they knew my body perfectly…I had several piercings on my body during that time that I no longer have."

Mark paused for a moment; "Did you have a butterfly mask on…belly button ring, nipple ring, and a tongue ring?" Amanda turned to look at him; "Uh, yeah…oh, shit." Mark blushed hard; "I went to a bachelor party about a year ago… some films were playing in the background…I remember being intrigued by a woman in a butterfly mask…some of the films looked homemade." Amanda sighed; "I guess that answers it then." They were quiet for a few moments before Mark spoke; "I thought you were beautiful in the video for what it's worth." She smiled a bit; "I've lived a shitty, wild life, Mark." He shrugged; "I've lived a shitty, boring life, so there's that."

Amanda turned and kissed his mouth softly; "I want to be on top of you, Detective." He smiled and removed himself from her and lay back, but she tutted; "Lie in the direction of the mirror, Hoffman." He quickly turned himself in the direction of the mirror…looking at it upside down. He saw Amanda mount him; he sucked in his breath yet again; "The position I saw you in the video." He lifted his head to look at her…she grinned; "I know." She began to ride Mark hard; he relaxed his head and looked at their reflection upside down; "Shit…Mandy…you're a damn goddess."

Mark felt her walls flutter at his praise, but he was being truthful…he was not lying about her being beautiful in the video he watched…he would still have fantasies a year later about the "Butterfly Girl" as he titled her…now, he was experiencing the "Butterfly Girl" for real…if he played his cards right…it may be more than once; "I'm close, Mandy." He continued to look in the mirror and saw Amanda lower her hand down to her sweet spot…another action he saw in the video; "Make me come, Butterfly." Mark said. His words caused Amanda to climax quickly, which led to his own as well.

Amanda collapsed on top of him; they both caught their breath and exchanged a passionate kiss; "You gonna tell John to buzz off now?" Amanda nodded; "Is this going to be a normal thing, Detective?" Mark grinned; "Only if you want it to be…Butterfly." She smiled; "My new nickname?" He nodded; "If you like it, that is…"Amanda smiled; "I like it…from you only of course."

Amanda rested on Mark's chest as he stroked her back…he grinned; "If I can get a police car to use, can we do your parking lot fantasy?" Amanda snorted on his chest; "Sure." She figured Mark was joking.

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Mark stared at his prototype trap. He had envisioned a glass coffin and decided to put his vision into practice. The glass was pretty strong, so it could probably hold two people without cracking. Mark was proud of the progress he had made, but there was still much to do.

He started fine tuning the coffin when he heard the door open; Amanda jad returned with some extra hinges he thought he may need; "Interesting trap, Hoffman…is that a coffin?" Mark was taken aback a bit by Amanda saying that his trap was interesting; "Yeah…I do need to make some adjustments though…the glass I chose is pretty strong…I think it could honestly hold two people."

Amanda laughed; "I wouldn't trust something that is glass to hold one person, let alone two." Mark got a bit pissed at her insulting his work, or at least that is how he took it; "You wanna make a wager, Young?" Amanda looked at him; "Name your wager, Detective." Mark thought about it carefully for a moment and smirked; "You and I get in the coffin together…if it holds us, you buy dinner for me the rest of the week; if it cracks, I buy you dinner for the week."

Amanda laughed again; "If it breaks, we will get cut, dumbass." Mark shook his head; "No, this type of glass would splinter first…we would have time to get out…bitch ass." Amanda looked at the coffin; "Can we breathe in it?" Mark nodded; "There are tiny holes all in it…We won't suffocate…if I decide to make it into a harder trap, some holes will be covered, but it is fine how it is right now." Amanda processed what he said; "Ok, Hoffman…let's do it."

Mark grabbed the keys that could unlock the coffin from the inside if would became locked; he decided to get in first because he weighed at least 125 more pounds than Amanda; she would be on his side or partially on top of him to get the coffin closed. Mark got in carefully and Amanda climbed in next; the coffin was a bit smaller on the sides than expected, so Amanda had to get on top of Hoffman for it to close; "Don't get too excited about having a woman on top of you, Detective." She said, lying on top of him.

Mark snorted; "Trust me, I'm not." It was a partial lie because Amanda's chest ended up pretty close to his face; if he leaned up enough, he could plant his face right into her surprisingly ample breasts; he swallowed and slowly closed the coffin door; "See…told you two people could fit in it…We will stay in for three minutes tops to see if it will hold us." Mark said, feeling triumphant. Amanda nodded and lay her head down on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

It was quiet in the coffin; Mark could hear Amanda's soft breathing near his ear and could smell Dove soap on her skin…it was nice. He swallowed again and checked his watch; they still had two minutes left. Mark closed his eyes and exhaled softly, enjoying the quiet, his Old Spice scent mixing in nicely with her Dove scent. Without thinking, Mark gently started trailing the fingers from his left hand up and down Amanda's back…she sighed softly; he glanced at his watch…one minute left.

Mark blinked as he felt Amanda's left hand stroking his hair; his breath hitched, but then he relaxed…this was nice…too nice to be honest; "Time's up." Mark said quietly as he reached for his keys in his pocket; he thumbed through the keys and realized he had picked up the wrong set; "What's the holdup, Hoffman?" Amanda asked, still stroking his hair. Mark gulped because he knew she would be pissed; "Umm, I got the wrong set of keys."

Mark felt Amanda dig her hand into his hair, pulling it; "What the actual hell, Hoffman…what did you do?!?!" Mark shushed her; "I got the wrong set…I need to think for a minute." Amanda snarled; "Yes, dumbass…please think…you can't even get the correct set of damn keys!!" Her chest was heaving in his face…unable to stop himself, he pushed his face into her chest and shook his head into it; "The hell, Hoffman…are you motor boating my boobs right now?"

Mark smirked and pulled his head away from her chest; "Got your mind off the problem, didn't it?" He repeated the action and Amanda yelped; "Mark…stop it!!" He laughed and lay his head back down; "Ok, I'm done…back to thinking."His thoughts were interrupted by Amanda grinding down on his somewhat erect member; "The hell, Mandy?" She continued to grind on him; "Got your mind off the problem, didn't it?" Amanda repeated back to him. Mark sucked in his breath; "Dammit, Amanda!!"

Amanda grinned; "You want to stop, Detective?" Mark's eyes rolled in the back of his head as the friction built; "Honestly, no." Mark used his teeth pull up Amanda's shirt, exposing her bare breasts to him; he began to lick and suck her right nipple, which caused his co-apprentice to grind more on him; "Mmm, you got a nice rack, Young." Mark said as he continued to lick and suck her breasts, occasionally planting and rubbing his face between them.

Amanda continued her grinding, but managed to get her hands down low enough to unzip her pants and Mark's; she worked to lower his pants down enough to expose him…she then repeated the same process to her pants. Amanda smirked as she pushed her stomach in closer to his exposed member and began to move her stomach up and down against him. Satisfied with her setup for Mark, she directed her hand down to her sensitive nub and began to rub in rhythm with her stomach movements.

Mark pulled back from Amanda's chest; "Mandy…OH!!" Her stomach was building a pleasant friction against him; "Mmm, such a problem solver, Mandy." Mark teased as she continued her ministrations. Amanda grinned; "You figured out how to get us out yet, Hoffman, or are you checked out for the moment?" Mark grinned back; "Checked out, but not for much longer." She increased the friction and Mark frantically sucked her breasts, shaking his face roughly in the middle of them; Amanda continued to rub herself, trying to line up their climaxes together.

Mark let go of her breasts and moaned loudly, his fluids resting on both of their stomachs; Amanda moaned out as well, her hand tired and wet. The two caught their breath; "See, I told you that you could breathe in here." Mark said. Amanda snorted; "You figured out how to get us out, genius?" Mark looked around and noticed a bobby pin in Amanda's bun; he snaked his hand up and took the pin from her hair; "You know how to pick a lock, Young?"

Amanda nodded and she moved her hands back up; she carefully took the bobby pin in her hand, and started working on the lock…then, she yelled; "You dumbass…it's not even locked." Amanda angrily pushed the top open with force, which caused it to slam harder than expected into the side of the coffin; the side of the coffin did not shatter, but the top door sure did. Amanda covered herself and landed on top of Mark, who covered his face as the top shattered…luckily, no glass fell on them.

They sat there for a moment, catching their breath because of fear this time; "I didn't know it was going to do that…sorry Mark." Amanda said, truly meaning it. Mark shrugged; "It's a prototype…I've got time to fix it…I need to make the top glass stronger like the rest of the coffin…I honestly thought the door was locked." Amanda nodded; "Let's just forget it, ok?" Mark nodded in return and Amanda lifted off of him, pulling her pants up before exiting the coffin; "I need to take a shower…I will come back and clean the glass up after I am finished, ok?"

Mark nodded again and pulled his pants up before climbing out of the coffin…Amanda was already headed towards the shower room by the time he got out.

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Amanda stepped into the shower room, which was communal style; she stripped off her clothes and turned on one of the showers as she went out and got a towel; she kept the outer room stocked with a few towels, some bar soap, and a bottle of cheap 2-in-1 shampoo in case anyone needed to use the shower here at the warehouse. She sighed, put the towel on a hook, and set the soap and shampoo on a small shower caddy that was placed around the shower head.

She got under the water and started cleaning herself off; her stomach was quite sticky from earlier…she honestly don't know what came over Mark or herself in the glass coffin; she felt like he duped her into believing the coffin was locked, but Amanda knew he was telling her the truth…but it felt like a setup for some reason. She continued to clean her stomach and moved her way down her body…Amanda sighed again; she was still turned on by their actions in the coffin; she rubbed her hands to her pubic region again and closed her eyes, reliving the moment.

"I can help you out if you want me to, Young." Amanda turned and almost fell before Mark caught her; she stared at his nude form, but then shook her head; "What is your deal, Hoffman?" Mark shrugged; "I needed a shower too…and you ran out on me." Amanda stared at him; "Ran out on you? We were done, weren't we?" Mark shrugged again; "I wasn't." Amanda continued to stare at him.

"Turn around, please," Mark said, taking the soap from her. Amanda quietly turned around and felt Mark's hands begin to wash her back; she closed her eyes; "Were you lying about not knowing the coffin door was unlocked?" Amanda asked as Mark worked his hands into her back. He cleared his throat; "It was supposed to lock automatically, but it didn't..Something I need to work on…the keys I grabbed were the workroom keys…it was an honest mistake."

Amanda nodded and she felt his hands lower to her bottom; "What got into you while we were in there…you started it." Mark sighed; "I meant it as a joke earlier, but I haven't been with anyone in a while…forgive me if I get turned on by having a girl that smells like Dove soap on top of me, breathing softly near my ear." Amanda smirked; "You like Dove soap, huh?" Mark slowly rubbed her bottom; "It's more of a memory than anything…I had a girlfriend named Laurie that I was super serious about…she used the soap all the time."

Amanda nodded; "So, what happened?" Mark was quiet for a moment before answering; "She got tired of me being handcuffed to my sister's death…I dated her about a month before Angie was killed and I think she just stuck around to be nice…we dated for about two years and she kept telling me I needed to get help because I was going down a dangerous path…I had enough one night and told her to pack her shit and get out…that I didn't need her…I needed Laurie in my life…my drinking got out of control tenfold after she left."

Amanda nodded again; "Sorry to hear that, Mark." Mark ran his hands back up her back; "She was better off without me…look at what I am doing right now…making a glass coffin for someone who needs to appreciate their life." Amanda quietly turned around; "My turn to clean you, Detective." She traded places with him so he could be near the running water; she applied a generous amount of soap to her hands and started on his chest; Mark closed his eyes; "Why did you run out on me?"

Amanda didn't look at him and continued to clean his chest; "We both got off, so I figured we were finished." It was a simple answer, but it was true…what else was there? Mark sighed softly; "I wanted to kiss you." Amanda stopped rubbing his chest; "No, you don't Mark…you were just caught up in the moment." He opened his eyes; "I wasn't…I wanted to kiss you…my mind was clear about it." Amanda wrapped her arms around her chest, looking self-conscious; "No, you don't…people don't want to kiss me, Mark…I know it all too well."

Mark looked at her; "You don't know my thoughts and feelings, Young…just like I don't know yours." Amanda closed her eyes…looking on the verge of tears…if I let you kiss me, will you drop it?" Mark nodded and grinned a bit; "Sure…but I think I want my stomach cleaned first…it is sticky." Amanda grinned a bit and added soap to her hands, directing attention to Hoffman's surprisingly toned stomach; "You work out a lot, Detective?" She asked, still cleaning his stomach. Mark smirked; "Yeah…I would be in horrible shape if I didn't because of my eating and past drinking habits."

Amanda nodded and dropped her hands from his stomach; "Ok, let's get this over with." Mark smirked and placed his big hands on both sides of her face; he lightly kissed her lips, pulling back a bit before kissing her again, adding his tongue this time. Amanda sighed and allowed him to enter her mouth, their tongues slowly swirling around each other. Mark lowered his hands to her rear, bringing her in closer to him.

Amanda moaned and put her hands on Mark's rear, pulling him back towards the wall; now against the wall, she wrapped her leg around his back; "F—k me, Detective…now!!" Mark pulled away; "Are you sure that is what you want?… You didn't even want to kiss me a minute ago." Amanda snarled and started rubbing hard against him; "Now, Mark…please!!" He smirked; "I take it we are good on birth control and such?"

Amanda nodded; "Yes…please!!" Mark smirked again and slowly worked himself into her…she was beyond ready. He rocked into her, slowly increasing his speed as Amanda moaned, tears rolling down her face; "Do you need me to stop?" Mark asked as he saw her tears. Amanda shook her head; "No…it feels too good." He continued and he realized that her tears were coming from intensity; "Never had it like this, Mandy?" Mark asked…not being smug for a change.

Amanda shook her head as she continued to moan loudly; "Mark, please…harder." He obliged and she moaned louder, throwing back her head…Mark had never had anyone this intense before as well…he could find himself getting addicted to it if Amanda was willing to be his new drug. He felt her dig her nails into his back, scratching down many times…he knew his back was bleeding, but he didn't care.

Amanda screamed and dug her nails into his ass, causing him to grunt loudly…Mark felt her orgasm squeeze him tight…tighter than anyone that he had in his sex life…he screamed out as well, scratching his nails down the shower wall until some of his nails were broken; Mark collapsed to the shower floor…he could see remnants of himself leaving Amanda as he looked up; "I think you broke me, Young."

Amanda smirked and joined him on the floor; "Sorry about your back…it was feeling too good." Mark smiled and kissed her softly on the lips; "That's ok, you can Rapid Seal my back for me in return." She smiled; "You got it, Detective." Mark got up and reached out his hands to her; "I need to look at my nails…will I see you in a bit?" Amanda nodded and gave him another kiss. Mark smiled and turned to leave; "Oh, don't forget the glass mess you need to clean up." He left the shower room.

Amanda frowned…she was hoping he would forget, but no dice.

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Holly stared at the clock on the wall, getting angrier by the second; Mark was supposed to be back from his "second" job an hour ago, and he was late yet again. In fact, since that one girl, Amanda, had come along, Mark had started with the lateness…Holly did not know how much longer she could keep her mouth shut about it.

Holly was well aware of her boyfriend's issues since his sister's death five years ago; Holly had been with Mark for nearly a year before Angie was murdered…Mark broke down completely, but was somewhat complicated when Seth Baxter went to jail; this changed a few months ago when Seth was freed on a technicality…Mark started drinking more and became withdrawn; Holly tried to be as supportive as possible, but it was getting tiresome.

Mark had once discussed marriage with her and asked Holly to move in after their third anniversary came around. She needed to finish college first before they got married…, and Holly was studying to be a nurse, and she had two years left. But all the talk ended when Seth was freed. Holly figured Mark would come around once it was discovered that Seth died at the hands of the Jigsaw Killer…but Mark became even more depressed.

Mark had unexpectedly taken on a second job, which meant Holly saw him a lot less despite living with him; she asked him what the job was and all he gave her was a vague answer of doing some "building for a contractor." Holly was somewhat ok with it, but then he started interacting with a woman named Amanda more and more; she did the same job he did, and she would call him sometimes…he would leave, and tell Holly that the "contractor" needed him, but offered no other information.

Amanda's name was mentioned more than hers by Mark anymore; Holly had never met the woman, but she felt as if she knew her because Mark mentioned her repeatedly …it was never positive, but Amanda had him in some sort of chokehold. Holly became even more upset when she thought she heard Mark moan out Amanda's name while dreaming one night…she also noted that Mark's sex with her was becoming less emotional and all about the physical…almost like he was thinking of someone else while having sex with Holly.

Holly's thoughts were interrupted when Mark came through the door, looking tired and exhausted; 'tired and exhausted from banging that whore, probably" Holly thought as she looked at him; "You're late again." Mark held up his hands; "I'm sorry…I had to put in some extra time." Holly let her thoughts win; "Extra time with Amanda?" Mark looked at her; "What's that supposed to mean?"

Holly stood up and stared at him; "Are you screwing that whore, Mark? Because since she started working with you, she seems to have some kind of hold on you." She could see Mark getting pissed; "I'm not cheating on you, Holly…I can barely stand the girl." Holly didn't back down; "Oh yeah? I heard you moaning her name the other night and when we have sex, it is like you are not doing it with me anymore…there is no emotion and you are rough…you were never like that with me before she came along."

Mark sighed; "I'm not cheating on you, Holly!! You have to trust me." Holly stared at him; "I'm going to bed…if I see you, I see you." She went to the bedroom and slammed the door shut, throwing herself down on the bed. Mark knocked on the door; "Holly, please don't do this…I'm not cheating on you…dammit, please." Holly lifted her head off the pillow; "Leave me alone, Mark…I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Holly listened as she heard Mark walk to the apartment door and leave; she put her head down and cried.

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Mark walked into the warehouse, still fuming from his argument with Holly; he hated being accused of things he was truly not doing…he had no idea how to get her to see reason. He decided to head down to the basement and do some finishing touches on the latest trap…maybe Holly would be settled down when he decided to come back.

When he got to the basement, he saw that his co-apprentice was working on her part of the trap; "Hey Young, how's it going?" Amanda turned around; "I thought you were going home to Holly…she get mad at ya?" Mark shrugged; "Yeah, she did." Amanda's smirk dropped; "I was kidding Mark…I'm sorry." Mark shrugged again; "She went to bed…she wouldn't talk to me anymore for the night…think I'll just do some trap work and crash here."

Amanda looked at Mark; "Was it that bad of a fight?" He walked over and picked up a wrench; "It was more of a one-sided fight…I sorta knew she was upset about this "second" job, but I didn't know how upset until tonight." Amanda nodded; "I hope you two can get it figured out…you've been with her for a long time…so I think you two will be fine."

Amanda went back to working on her part of the trap; "She thinks I'm having an affair with you." Mark said dryly. Amanda nearly dropped her screwdriver; "Why does she think that?" Mark put the wrench down and walked a bit closer to Amanda; "I mentioned you…a lot I guess." Amanda stared at Mark; "Do you want me to talk to her…tell her she is wrong?" Mark continued to look at her; "She said I moaned your name out in a dream one night."

Amanda looked away and went back to working on the trap; "We could have been fighting in your dream…did you tell her that?" Mark shook his head; "We weren't fighting in the dream." Amanda became uncomfortable, but asked anyway; "What were we doing?" Mark turned her head towards his face; "This." He bent down and kissed his co-apprentice…Amanda pushed him away; "Mark, you're proving Holly right…you need to stop."

Mark looked at her; "What I had with Holly died when Seth Baxter got released from jail…we are both holding on to things that are no longer there…she made me see that tonight." Amanda turned from him; "You don't want to be with me Mark…you need to go fix things with Holly." Mark growled and pulled her towards him; "What is it about women thinking they know what a man is feeling? I've dreamed of you…I blank out when I have sex with Holly, but I am getting damn close to thinking of you during it…Holly was just brave enough to confront the issue."

Amanda pulled away from him; "Mark, she is home in your apartment, asleep in your bed…probably wondering where you are…I am not going to be responsible for breaking up your relationship." Mark pulled her towards him again and held her tight; "I don't want her…I want you…I want this life here…I have never been so certain about anything ever."

Amanda put her head down, but Mark slowly brought it back up so he could see her eyes; he kissed her again and this time, Amanda did not push him away. He leaned her up against the trap and wrapped her left leg around his back, softly rubbing against her; Amanda moaned deep in Mark's mouth…he pulled away slowly; "Go get yourself cleaned up and go to my bedroom…I'll be back in just a bit, ok?"

Amanda nodded; Mark turned and left the basement…his mind was clear for the first time in a long while.

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Holly could not sleep, so she came into the kitchen to make herself some Sleepytime tea; Mark had been gone for an hour…she wondered if he would be back tonight. Holly was now wondering if she had gone too far in her argument…what if Mark was not having an affair? She was certain he was…Mark has just changed so much lately…it was like he was a stranger and one she did not like.

She heard the door open and Mark came in; he barely glanced at her as he went into the bedroom; Holly could hear him getting something out of the closet and heard drawers opening…she could feel the tears welling up, but she did her best to mask them. Mark then came out of the bedroom with a suitcase; he went into the bathroom to get his medications and other items.

Holly watched as he exited the bathroom and walked over to the wall to take down a few pictures of Angie. He finally turned to her; "You have thirty days to find you a new place…if you need longer let me know…this was my place first." Holly stared at him and tried to keep her stoic face…Mark took a breath before speaking; "I was not having an affair, but you made me realize that our relationship is dead and has been for a while…I wish you good things, Holly, truly."

The tears started flowing from Holly's face, but Mark remained unmoved…he reached into his pocket and took out a jewelry box; he set it down on top of the TV; "You can do whatever you want with this…I am sure you will get some good money out of it…Again, I wish you only good things…take care, Holly."

Mark turned and left the apartment; Holly stood up and walked over to the jewelry box…she didn't even bother opening it, but threw it across the apartment…Holly fell to the floor and cried uncontrollably…she realized that her accusations had driven Mark closer to Amanda…but, it was true…their relationship had been dead since Seth Baxter went free…it could not be denied any longer.

Holly stopped crying and composed herself; she stood up and walked over to get the latest newspaper; she opened up the classifieds to see what rentals were available…she and Mark Hoffman were no more.

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Amanda lay in Mark's bed, waiting for him like he asked; she had grown bored and selected a book from the Detective's small library; she was not surprised by Mark being a Stephen King reader and chose "Carrie" to read. She was so into the book that she did not hear Mark come in; "Good read?"

Amanda dropped the book in her lap and then smiled softly; "I didn't hear you come in." He smiled and put his suitcase down; "I'm gonna take a quick shower…be back in ten." Mark exited and Amanda looked at his suitcase; "He actually did it." She said, before slowly going back to reading 'Carrie'.

Ten minutes later, Mark entered and locked the bedroom door; "What part you at in the book?"She is being asked to the prom." Mark nodded; "Book is better than the movie." Amanda nodded and put the book down; "So…how did it go?" Mark sat down on his bed next to her; "She didn't say anything, but I gave her time to find her a new place…she moved into my apartment…I'll be staying here until she moves out…I wished her the best."

Amanda was quiet for the moment; "Did you feel anything?" Mark thought for a minute; "I haven't felt anything in months…but now, I feel relief and hopefulness." Amanda looked at him; "Why do you feel that?" Mark smiled a bit; "Relief that I am out of a failing relationship…hopeful that I am establishing a new one." Amanda looked down; "You know John won't approve, right?"

Mark clicked his tongue; "He's not going to be here forever, Young…you know that." Amanda nodded; "What about his legacy?" Mark turned to her; "When we discuss it when he passes…we can keep it up or leave it…" Amanda moved closer to Mark and kissed him softly. Mark lay down and pulled her on top of him, not breaking the kiss and deepening it.

Mark had not been this hungry to kiss someone in a long while; he moved his hands down Amanda's back and then underneath her sports bra, removing it from her body; "Sit up, Mandy." Mark took in his co-apprentice's bare chest; there was a bit of scarring…he knew why…it looked like perfect blemishes to him; "Beautiful." Amanda smirked and moved her chest closer to his lips; Mark immediately took sucking, licking, and kissing her breasts…she moaned appreciatively and ran her hands through his still damp hair.

Mark pulled away; "Take your bottoms off, baby." Amanda slid to the side to remove her sleep boxers while Mark removed his sleep pants…he was already shirtless after his shower. He grinned at Amanda; "69?" She giggled a bit at his bluntness; "I'm good with that." Amanda moved up towards the top of the bed, while Mark situated his head on the pillow, lying his body flat.

Amanda smiled at him as she lowered herself onto his face; she then extended her body down to make her head meet his pubic region. Mark dived in, causing his co-apprentice to moan loudly before she descended on him. He sighed as he took in her taste and scent…it was arousing…delicious. Mark ran his hands down her back and rested them on her buttocks, softly kneading them.

Amanda went as deep as she could on Mark's endowed member; she found a good rhythm, which caused him to push his nails lightly into her ass. They continued forward until Mark muttered; "Get on your back, Mandy." She withdrew him from her throat and rolled over; Mark threw her legs over his shoulders and plunged in, ravaging her swollen core. Amanda squirmed and screamed as he continued to lick and suck; she grabbed Mark's head as she climaxed, covering the man's face with her come.

Mark pulled away, grinning; "Mmm, you're a tasty treat, Young…damn." Amanda grinned back; "F—k me, Mark." He smiled and walked over to his bag to get his condoms out. He selected one and threw the box on a nearby table. Mark opened the packet and put the condom on; he stood at the edge of the bed and moved Amanda so that her legs were dangling off the bed…he wrapped her legs around his back and entered her slowly.

Mark threw back his head as Amanda's tightness engulfed him; he got his bearings and began to thrust inside her, the tightness building even more. He looked down at Amanda, who had her eyes locked on his; he smiled and thrusted harder, not breaking eye contact. Amanda started moaning loudly and increased his pace; he grinned as he watched Amanda slide her hand down to her swollen core and started rubbing in time with his thrusts.

Amanda screamed out and locked her legs tight around his back; he didn't break eye contact as he watched her orgasm…Mark felt her go even tighter; he groaned in pleasure and orgasmed hard into the condom, slowly thrusting as he did so. He came down from his bliss and looked at Amanda, who looked equally blissful; "I love you, Hoffman…I think I have for a while."

Mark smiled and leaned down to kiss her; "I love you too, Young…I know I have for a while now…I just needed someone to push me to do something about it." She smiled softly; "We need to get some rest." Mark smiled back and withdrew himself from her; he tied off the condom and discarded it in the trash. He got in bed, still naked with his equally nude co-apprentice; Mark wrapped his arms around Amanda…for the first time in a long while, he felt content.

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Holly sat in a Starbucks, looking at her laptop; it had been a year since she and Mark has broke up…she had managed to find lodging on campus to live in, so she was out of Mark's apartment within a couple of weeks; he never came back to the apartment, but she sent him an email saying that she had completely moved out. Holly graduated the following semester as a nurse, but then decided to get a master's degree in school nursing, so she kept her on-campus lodging.

Holly pawned the engagement ring that Mark had bought; she received 2,000 dollars from the pawn shop, which she quickly put in a savings account. She figured she would miss Mark because they had been together so long, but she found she felt immense relief instead…he was not in a good place and she did not want to be along for the ride anymore.

Holly had begun dating a fellow nursing student named Michael, who was getting his master's degree in health care management. She had known Michael because they shared several classes together and he was even nice enough to cheer her up after her breakup with Mark; three months after her breakup, Holly agreed to go on a date with Michael and they had been seeing each other ever since…things were definitely going better.

"Order for Mark and Amanda." Holly heard the barista say. She looked up and saw it was indeed Mark Hoffman with Amanda…the one Holly had been jealous of. She hid behind her laptop to get a peek at the couple; Mark still looked the same, but looked a lot more relaxed and happier…Amanda looked happy…and pregnant…Holly could see a small belly sticking out from the woman's jacket; her long brown hair was in a high ponytail and she had on immaculate dark makeup.

Holly looked down at Amanda's ring finger and saw what looked like a black and red rose wedding ring set…she curiously looked at Mark's ring finger and saw a similar band in the same colors. The couple took their drinks and left Starbucks, holding hands and chatting as they walked towards Mark's car.

Holly took a deep breath; "The past is the past…let it go." Her phone went off and she smiled; Michael was calling to set up a time to officially meet his parents. Holly took one last look as she saw Mark's car drive off and then directed her attention to Michael's call.

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Mark Hoffman came home from work, thankful that there wasn't a damn sock on the door handle for a change. He was tired and just wanted to unwind. He opened the apartment door and listened. He breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door, taking off his police-issued jacket, gun, and badge.

He walked over to get a beer out of the fridge, and saw a note from Eric on the fridge that stated his estranged wife needed to see him and he would be gone for the rest of the night. Mark grinned, happy to have HIS apartment to himself for a while. He got a beer out and then got the telephone book out…Chinese food sounded good tonight.

Mark's sister, Angie, had moved out of the apartment about two months ago; she was living with that dumbass Seth that Mark hated, but he couldn't talk her out of it…Seth had put it in her head that her brother was being overprotective of her…damn right Mark was because he was certain that some sort of abuse was going on between Angie and Seth, but he couldn't prove it…yet. Seth didn't know it, but if he found out for sure that his sister was being abused, Seth would be a dead man…Mark wouldn't give a damn about going to jail for a while.

The two bedroom apartment was expensive and with Angie gone, Mark could not afford it. As luck would have it, Eric Matthews, his friend and partner, decided to separate from his wife and needed a place to stay; Mark figured it would be temporary, so he was already inquiring about a one-bedroom apartment in the same building…Eric had been with Mark for over a month.

And what a month it had been because Eric had a new piece of tail to bring home every other night; his shift ended before Mark's, so he always got to the apartment first. Eric decided to establish a system of putting a sock on the door if either of them had a girl over and wanted privacy; Eric had at least 10 different girls over, which meant Mark would have to go find somewhere to hang out until Eric was done with his "date". On a good note though, Eric did have the girl gone by 8:30 pm…mainly because he and Mark unwound with their favorite television shows before going to bed.

Mark would usually go to a bar for a drink or to the library to read if the apartment was occupied so that it could be worse…being a loner had its advantages sometimes. Mark did meet a cute girl at the library one evening; she introduced him to the "Stacks", which was a secluded area in the library…he and the girl ended up banging, which was fun…but, it would have been nice to take the girl back to his apartment…but, apparently Mark did not have the "game" that Eric had when it came to women.

Mark heard a knock at the apartment door; he answered it and he saw a young woman with short cropped hair with immaculate dark make-up on…she had on a black maxi skirt, a black tight tank top, and black combat boots…minimal black jewelry pulled her look together nicely; "Hello." She said, looking at Mark. He smiled; "Hello…Can I help you?" The woman smiled; "Is Eric here?"

Mark, without thinking what he was saying, said; "He is visiting his wife, so he is not here." The woman's smile dropped and Mark realized what he said; "I could make up a lie for what I just said, but I can't…I'm so sorry." The woman looked like she was on the verge of tears; "Umm, no…it's ok…see ya." She quickly ran down the hallway before Mark could say anything else. He shut the door, feeling terrible.

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Mark decided to walk to the 7-11 across the street to get a couple of slices of pizza, a pack of Newports, and a bottle of cheap wine which he liked to drink sometimes; he still felt terrible about what he said to the young woman, but maybe it was best she found out…Eric was still married and had always been a womanizer, which is why his marriage was on the skids. He got on the elevator to go to the lobby; the young woman was very pretty, and was honestly probably too good for someone like Eric…he figured that about every girl that messed with Eric was too good for him, but he somehow reigned them in.

The elevator door opened and Mark's belly started churning; the woman was still there, sitting in a chair in the lobby…it was clear she had been crying, but he was not sure why she was still here; Mark decided to go talk to her; "Hello, again." The woman looked up; "Oh, hello…I am just waiting on a city bus so I can go back home." Mark nodded; "I'm sorry about what happened upstairs." The woman scoffed; "Eric is the one who is a dick, not you."

Mark smiled softly; "I'm going over to 7-11 to get a couple slices of pizza and some other things…do you want to come?" The woman looked at him; "Sure…I am sorta hungry…Eric was supposed to take me to dinner." Mark felt bad again, but masked it; Ok…I didn't get your name?" The woman stood up and started walking with him; "Amanda."

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Mark and Amanda came back from 7-11; he had let her get anything she wanted in the store…his treat. Amanda had gotten a big ramen noodle cup, a pack of Skittles, a Snickers bar, a bottle of Coke, and a pack of Capri cigarettes. Mark decided to get a big ramen noodle cup also, a slice of pizza, his Newports, and two bottles of his cheap wine. They came back to the lobby; "What time does the last bus run?" Amanda looked at her watch; "11:30 pm…why?" Mark shrugged; "I figured we can go up to the apartment and eat…better than the lobby."

He watched Amanda process this; "Ok…let's go." They boarded the elevator and headed to Mark's apartment. Once inside, they sat down to eat their ramen noodles, which were pretty good for convenience store standards. Amanda ate her Snickers bar while Mark opened up a bottle of Riunite white wine and poured two glasses, bringing them over to the couch; "A ten buck wine…enjoy." Mark said, handing her a glass. Amanda laughed; "I can't say anything…I drink Wild Irish Rose wine and Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill." Mark nodded; "I had those when I was younger…puked my guts out at a party one night."

Amanda laughed again and took a sip of the wine; "This isn't bad…how long have you and Eric been roommates?" Mark took a sip of wine before speaking; "A month…my sister moved out to live with her boyfriend and I can't afford the apartment by myself." Amanda nodded; "I had no idea that Eric was married…we were supposed to go to dinner tonight." Mark sighed; "He is estranged from his wife and women are the reason why…I have no idea why he went to see her…it could be about their kid, Daniel."

Amanda about spit her wine out; "He has a kid?" Mark rolled his eyes; "He didn't tell you shit, did he?" Amanda rolled her eyes as well; "I work as a waitress where Eric goes a lot …he had been flirting with me for a while and I agreed to go out on a date with him…he may have wanted to wait to mention the kid later…but no, it was flirt, flirt…let's go on a date." Mark snorted; "Since I am good at telling secrets, he has been going out with a lot of different women…you dodged a bullet, Amanda…I am telling you."

Amanda sighed and pulled out her Capri cigarettes and lit one; Mark looked at the cigarettes; "Can I try one?…I've never had a "woman's" cigarette before." Amanda smirked; "Here you go." She handed the pack and he took a cigarette and lit it; Mark inhaled and nearly choked; "Damn, these things are strong." Amanda laughed; "Yeah…they are not for the weak." He inhaled again and did better this time; "And I thought Newports were rough."

They finished their cigarettes and also the first bottle of wine; Mark could tell that Amanda was feeling "good" now; "Wine's not weak either." Amanda said. Mark grinned; "I hope you are feeling better now…seriously, you dodged a bullet with Eric." Amanda smiled and looked at Mark; "Forget about Eric." Mark turned to look at her and she launched herself at him, pushing him down on the couch and kissing him. Mark moaned, but pulled back; "How drunk are you?"

Amanda grinned and ran her fingers through his hair; "I'm feeling good, but you are not taking advantage of me if that is what you are thinking." Mark nodded; "Ok." She leaned down to kiss him again and this time, he opened his mouth to accept her. They kissed for a while before Amanda pulled away; "Why don't you bring that other bottle of white wine over here?" Mark blinked; "Why?" Amanda kissed him and smirked; "You'll see."

Mark got up and went to the fridge to get the other bottle of wine; he opened it up and brought it over to the couch. Amanda smiled and took the bottle…she filled both of their glasses up and then put the bottle on the coffee table; "Let's get a bit more comfortable, Mark." He grinned and reached over to pull her tank top off; Amanda had on a black silk bra underneath. She grinned and took off her combat boots; "You wanna unzip me?"

Mark smirked and Amanda stood up; he saw the zipper on the side; he unzipped it and the long skirt fell to the floor…Mark groaned as he saw that she had on matching black "boy short" underwear with garters that held her fishnet stockings in place…Amanda was definitely planning to give Eric some tonight, but Mark was extremely happy that his wife had called him away…she looked like a prize and Mark was winning it; "You're so hot, baby."

Amanda smirked; "Thank you…let's see what you have, Mark." He smirked back and stood up as she sat back down on the couch to watch; Mark took off his shirt first and Amanda stared…he smirked even bigger and removed his socks and pants, leaving his boxers on; "Mmm, you look like a treat, Mark." Amanda said, taking in his body…'I got a better body than Eric by far, Mandy's Mark thought as he joined her on the couch. He scooted over and started kissing Amanda's neck and the lower one of her bra straps; she moaned softly.

Mark removed her bra and threw it on the chair near the coffee table; he went to kiss her breasts, but she stopped him; "Grab your glass of wine…pour it on my breasts and drink up." Mark grinned; "Sounds fun…But I need to do something first." Amanda blinked; "What's that?" Mark had her stand up and he spread a blanket out on the couch; they sat back down; "I like to keep a clean house." Amanda smiled and tilted back.

Mark poured the liquid carefully on her breasts; satisfied, he began to lick and suck up the wine that was on her chest…Amanda moaned loudly as he continued; she tilted back more, and Mark poured the wine between her breasts and down her stomach. He put the glass down and started from her stomach, licking and sucking the wine as he went up to the middle of her breasts. Mark then moved his mouth up to her lips, kissing her passionately.

The kiss broke and Amanda stood up, unsnapping her garters; Mark smiled and lowered the fishnets on her legs…he kissed the bend of both her knees, nearly causing Amanda to buckle. She smiled and lowered her underwear; Mark groaned as he saw that she was shaved…'Thank you for going and seeing your wife tonight, dumbass' Mark thought as Amanda sat back down on the couch. She lay back towards the arm of the couch, putting her legs near Mark; "I'm ready when you are."

Mark smirked and carefully poured the wine between her legs; the blanket caught the liquid that fell onto the couch. He sat the glass down and moved his head so that it was between Amanda's thighs; he lapped up the wine that was still on her…he then changed to sucking what liquid he had missed before swirling his tongue around Amanda's sensitive nub; Mark felt her buck against his face and he grinned, continuing to eat her out.

Amanda moaned and squirmed before grabbing Mark's head, pushing against his face; "Mmm, you like that baby?" He didn't stop and gave her a "thumbs up", which caused her to giggle. Amanda sped up against his face, moaning so loudly that Mark was sure his neighbors could hear her, but he didn't care. Amanda suddenly grabbed his head hard and his face became completely soaked; she released him…Mark could taste a mixture of the wine and her liquids…it was delicious; "Tasty, baby?" Amanda asked; Mark grinned; "Mmm…you're gonna find out." He pulled her into a deep kiss so that she could know how good she tasted.

They broke apart and Amanda immediately went to pull his boxers down; "Mmm, I'm looking forward to this." She said as she took in his length and girth. Mark grinned; "You deep throat, baby?" Amanda grinned back; "Always." Mark sighed…he had hit the sex lottery tonight because things like this never happened to him. Amanda lowered her mouth on him and went deep…he could see her eyes water a bit, but she quickly adjusted; Mark had to take deep breaths because he was about to pass out from the intensity.

Amanda continued for a while as Mark moaned loudly…probably louder than her earlier…the girl at the library was not even in the same league as Amanda when it came to giving head. Mark pulled lightly on her hair to get her to stop; "Let's f—k, baby." He said, leaving no question about what he wanted. Amanda smirked and reached for her purse, pulling out a condom…Mark grinned; "Mmm, I like a girl who comes prepared." He honestly appreciated it because it showed Amanda was responsible in her sex life…Mark could not say that for the girl in the library, whom he had to argue with about using protection.

Amanda handed Mark the condom, who quickly put it on; "What position do you want to start with?" He asked, waiting for an answer. Amanda grinned and without saying anything, turned and sat down in Mark's lap, her back to his chest. He smirked and lifted her to lower Amanda down slowly; she groaned loudly; "You're so thick, baby…OH!!" She hit the bottom and Mark gave her time to adjust…comfortable, Amanda started moving up and down; Mark tilted his head back in pleasure; "You're a tight little thing…I like it." He breathed as she continued her movements.

Amanda smirked; "Just wait until you start pounding into me, baby." He smirked; "That so? Let's find out right now." Mark held her tight as he stood up to flip them around; they planted their feet and Amanda leaned over to hold onto the couch. He adjusted himself before he began thrusting into her, holding her hips still. Amanda moaned as he increased the power and speed of his thrusts; "Mmm…you like that baby?" Amanda moaned in agreement; "Harder, baby." Mark obliged, slamming into her so hard that he could feel his sack touching her; "Feel that baby? So damn deep in you right now." Amanda threw back her head; "Yes, I feel it, baby…HARDER!!"

Mark obliged again, but he was starting to get concerned about hurting her; Amanda seemed to not mind, but Mark knew his groin was going to be sore tomorrow…he had not had rough sex like this in many years; "Mmm, Mandy taking it like a champ…shit!!" She turned her head around; "I like it rough, baby. Mark smirked; "Then, you are gonna like this; he reached his hand around to her lower front and rubbed her sensitive nub roughly as he continued his hard ministrations; "Little princess like that?" Mark asked as the friction built.

"YES, BABY…YES!!" Amanda yelled; Mark grinned, but then he heard the front door open; "The hell, Mark?" Eric had come back unexpectedly. Amanda picked up her bag of Skittles and flung it at Eric; "Get out, we're busy." Mark smirked…he had not stopped his thrusts or his ministrations; "Mark…are you going to let her throw stuff at me?" Eric asked, pocketing the Skittles. Mark growled; "Get out…I'll let you know when we are done."

Amanda was practically screaming, getting close to her orgasm; Eric retreated out the door, but then came back in again; "See…this is why you need the sock…" Mark and Amanda yelled in unison; "GET OUT!!" Eric finally left and Amanda screamed out her orgasm, squeezing Mark so tight that he screamed as well. The two collapsed to the couch, exhausted; "Shit…that was great, Mark." He kissed her shoulders and the sides of her neck; "Hell yes it was." He withdrew from Amanda and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom…Amanda started getting dressed…it was getting close to 11:30 pm.

Mark came back in and grabbed his clothes; "I'll walk you to the bus stop…I need to see where Eric went." Amanda nodded; "You think he will be pissed that you hooked up with me?" Mark adjusted his clothes and shrugged; "I don't care to be honest." She smirked and grabbed her bag and cigarettes: "Ready?" He nodded and grabbed his keys; they went out in the hallway and Mark locked the door…Mark's nosy neighbor, Dena, was littering around the hallway; "Enjoy the show, Dena?" Mark asked, embarrassing the woman, who quickly went back into her apartment. Mark grinned and took Amanda's hand, leading her to the elevator.

"She is a busybody?" Amanda asked as the elevator doors opened; Mark nodded; "Yep…always fun to call her out." The elevator doors closed and they were alone; Mark pinned her up against the wall and kissed Amanda passionately, which she returned…they broke the kiss; "I know this is probably a one-time thing, but I had a lot of fun." Amanda smiled; "I know where you live, so maybe I will stop by sometime…if you are game." Mark smiled back; "We will leave it to fate, but I would be game, yes." They shared one more deep kiss before exiting to the lobby.

Mark saw Eric sitting in a chair in the lobby; "I'm walking her to the bus stop…apartment is free now." Eric watched them leave and he boarded the elevator, pissed that he stood up what was probably a good piece of tail…Mark seemed to be enjoying it…a lot. Eric wanted to experience Amanda at least once because he had zeroed in on her as a part-time drug dealer…one that he could easily trump up some charges on and get his quota met towards a promotion. Mark had swooped in, but that was ok…Mark wasn't going to see her for a while anyway once Eric got the charges filed; but still, he hated that he missed out on Amanda's fine ass.

Eric grinned and took out the pack of Skittles Amanda threw at him, eating them as he walked down the hallway…it wasn't like she was going to be able to get back at him for the false charges…Amanda would be blacklisted from any decency and would probably be a junkie herself when she got out of jail, while he continued to work to become a commissioner…that's just how things worked out in the world.

Little did Eric know that in five years time, he would be severely beaten by a vengeful Amanda, and Mark would be staring at his destroyed head that would be smashed in a trap his friend and partner helped build…but again, that's just how things worked out in the world.

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Amanda was not sure why she agreed to this, but John needed a sitter for his nephew whom he and Jill sometimes took care of; John needed to go out of town for an "alternative" treatment, so he needed someone he could depend on. Amanda agreed, but she was not too excited about it.

It had been a rough week. She had caught Cecil cheating on her yet again, and she called it quits for good this time. He was not too happy with this outcome, but she was tired of the lies. At "work," Mark was being as insufferable as ever and even teased her hard when he caught her crying, though he had no idea why she was crying in the first place. Now, she was stuck with a kid she knew nothing about all night.

Amanda came over, and Jill told her that Joey, their nephew, was not feeling well and was in bed. She would need to give him his medicine and provide him meals…but he would be confined to his bedroom until they got home tomorrow afternoon. Amanda nodded at the instructions. Maybe it would not be too bad after all.

John and Jill left, and Amanda sat in the living room, watching reruns of The Simpsons while she waited to make Joey dinner and give him his medicine. She was given free rein of the kitchen, so she made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk while she watched TV. At 7 pm, she made Joey some SpaghettiOs with glass of orange juice; the boy was grateful and entertained Amanda with a story about his cat scaring a man by moving a small trash can, leading to the man thinking the area was haunted because he did not see the cat…she found the kid quite sweet.

After he finished his dinner, she gave Joey his medicine and told him she would give him one more dose before she headed to bed tonight; the boy smiled and went to sleep; Amanda smiled in return and left to take the dishes and medicine to the kitchen.

Amanda was doing dishes when she thought she heard a knock at the front door; she went to answer it, but saw no one there…Amanda closed the door, but she heard a knock again…she stepped out on the porch and she felt someone grabbed her…she stomped on the person's foot and they screamed; "Ow, dammit…that hurt."

Amanda turned and saw it was Mark; "What the hell are you doing here, Hoffman?" Mark smirked; "Thought you could use some company… you've been down in the dumps since that cuck cheated on you." Amanda looked at Mark; "You want to keep me company?" Mark smirked again and went behind the porch bushes; he produced a pizza and a six-pack of beers; "Yes, I do…think of it as a peace offering." Amanda smiled; "Alright Hoffman…just be quiet…I have a sick kid upstairs."

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Amanda and Mark went into the living room with the pizza and beers; she put "When a Stranger Calls" in the VHS player; "How fitting, Young…this movie is about babysitting." Mark said as he handed her a beer. She frowned and opened up the pizza box; "Is this like Black Christmas or Scream?" Mark took a slice of pizza; "Sorta…you will see."

They ate the pizza and drank a couple of beers a piece as they watched the movie; "It kinda tapers off after the first 30 minutes…it was good until then:" Amanda said, moving closer to Mark. He grinned softly; "The movie gets good towards the end again." The movie moved forward and the six pack was polished off; Amanda now had her head on Mark's shoulder; "Why would that shithead cheat on me? I mean…I know I don't suck that bad." She said, absentmindedly.

Mark paused the movie; "He's an idiot, Amanda…there is not a thing wrong with you…you get crazy sometimes, but still, he is stupid." Amanda lifted her head and looked at Mark; he looked at her in return; he moved closer and placed his lips on hers…she returned the kiss, which deepened.

They kissed for a while, and Mark broke the kiss; "Is there a place we can go for more privacy?" Amanda nodded; "John has a guest room in the basement…I need to check on Joey first, ok?" Mark nodded "I will wait for you at the bottom of the stairs"; The two got up…Amanda's cellphone, on silent, started going wild with calls as it sat on the coffee table.

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Amanda escorted Mark downstairs to the basement and into the guest room, which would be her bedroom for the night; she locked the door and pushed Mark to the bed; "You ready for some fun, Hoffman?" He grinned; "Yes, I am." Amanda grinned back and kissed him passionately; "Is this part of making me feel better, Detective?"

Mark smiled; "I've wanted you for a while, Amanda…I figured I might as well make a move." She smiled back and kissed him again, straddling his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed; "Strip for me, Mandy." Mark said, lustfully. Amanda grinned and got off his lap; she removed her jean shorts first, turning to show Mark her thong, causing him to groan in appreciation. She turned back to face him and took off her black t-shirt with no bra underneath…Mark licked his lips; "You look yummy, baby."

Amanda smirked and walked towards him; "What do you want first, Hoffman?" Mark smirked back; "Your ass, baby." Amanda grinned and lay down on the bed on her stomach; "Ready when you are, Detective." Mark quickly pulled her thong off and began to kiss her buttocks, occasionally biting them softly. She moaned out loud when she felt him add a finger as he continued to kiss her cheeks; "Like that, baby?"

Amanda nodded in approval and screamed out when she felt Mark's tongue; "Mark…OH!!" This was not the first time a man had done this to her, but she could say this was the first time she was completely turned on. Mark continued his ministrations before pulling away, smacking her rear for good measure; "Mmm, such a beautiful ass, baby." Amanda smirked and turned on her back; "I wanna give you head, Detective."

Mark grinned and removed his shirt, shorts, and boxers; "Ready for you, baby." He said, lying back on the bed. Amanda turned over and crawled towards him, taking him deep in her mouth; Mark sucked in his breath and started panting hard; "Mandy…so good…suck it deep, baby." He threw back his head, almost knocking himself out on the headboard; Amanda giggled against him and released him from her throat; "You ok?" Mark grinned; "Yeah…it was feeling too good."

Amanda blushed; "You have a condom?" Mark nodded; "Yes, but I want to freshen up a bit real quick…is there a bathroom down here?" Amanda nodded; it is the door next to the bottom of the stairs…it's a half bath." Mark smiled; "Ok, be back in just a few moments:" He left the guest bedroom…meanwhile, Amanda's phone on the coffee table had 10 missed calls from different unknown numbers…an eleventh call was coming through.

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Mark returned to the guest bedroom about five minutes later; Amanda was lying on the bed, relaxing; "You good?" Mark grinned; "Yes." He reached to get his pants and got his wallet out to retrieve a condom; he put it on and walked over to the bed, getting on top of Amanda. Mark bent down to kiss her neck and she was hit by the strong scent of mint; "Now I know why you refreshed up." He smirked against her neck; "I like being freaky, but I also know when to be proper." Amanda smirked as he continued to kiss and suck her neck.

Amanda reached down to maneuver his hard member inside her; Mark pushed his hips forward, which caused her to groan in pain slightly…Mark pulled away from her neck to look at her; "Ok?" Amanda winced a bit; "You way bigger than "pencil dick", so it might take me a moment to get adjusted." Mark smiled and kissed the top of her forehead; "Let me know when you want me to move." He leaned sideways to kiss the side of her face; "You feel so good, baby."

Mark's words did the job and her walls relaxed; "I'm ready:" He moved slowly, breathing deep because of Amanda's tightness; "Mmm, you're a prize piece, Mandy." Mark said, increasing his thrusts. Amanda grinned; she had first thought Mark was a dumb oaf when they met…the more she got to know him, she could see he was a bit of a nerd with a solid body…Mark's "come ons" was a mix of crude and elegance; it turned her on…it was better than hearing nothing but crude shit from guys like Cecil.

Amanda wrapped her legs around Mark's back; "You feel good, Detective." He looked at her and softly kissed her lips; "You want it a bit rougher, baby?" Amanda nodded and Mark took her legs and pushed them back until they were on either side of her head; he increased his thrusts again and Amanda moaned out; "Mark…shit…so good…AH!!" Mark smiled as she put her hands on her ankles; "Mmm…I could do this for hours, baby…you're sexy as hell, Mandy…don't let anyone tell you different."

Amanda moaned again; "I want to ride you, Detective." Mark grinned and withdrew from her, getting on his back; Amanda immediately mounted him, riding him slowly; "You like that, Mark?" He tilted his head back; "Yes…ride me like the little princess you are, baby." Emboldened, she rode him hard as Mark moaned and squirmed underneath her; "I do like a woman to dominate me every so often, Young." Amanda grinned and continued her ministrations; she felt Mark place his thumb on her sensitive nub; "Mmm, my little princess is going to come with me."

They continued until Amanda hit her orgasm; her extreme tightness caused Mark to come hard in the condom, moaning her name as he came down; "That was so good, baby." Mark said as she fell on top of his chest; Amanda kissed him passionately; "You wanna stay the night? John and Jill won't be back until tomorrow afternoon; I figure you could leave before they get here." Mark thought it over; "Ok…you wanna go upstairs and finish the movie? I promise it gets good at the end."

Amanda smiled; "Ok…let's go."

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Mark and Amanda went back upstairs to the living room; they decided to make some popcorn and get a couple of Cokes before restarting the movie…they returned to the living room and sat down; Amanda noticed that her cell phone had several missed calls; she checked the messages…"Mark, this voice-modulated person from different numbers keeps asking me "If I've checked on the children"."

Mark frowned and listened to the messages…Amanda's assessment was correct; "Let's go upstairs and check on your little boy…just to be sure." Mark always carried his gun with him, so he was not too concerned…the couple went upstairs to check on Joey; Mark stayed out by the door so Joey would not see him…the boy was fine and Amanda gave him his last dose of medicine. They went back downstairs and continued watching the movie.

Amanda's cell phone started ringing again from an unknown number; "Put it on speaker, baby." Mark said. Sure enough, it was the same voice asking if Amanda had "checked on the children"…" She has…and?" Mark asked. The voice grew quiet for a minute; "Who are you?" Mark smirked; "Name's Mark and I am hanging out with Amanda…what is your deal?" The voice went quiet again; "Let me talk to Amanda please." Mark smirked again; "No, we both have you on speakerphone, so you can talk to both of us."

The voice suddenly got angry; "Let me talk to Amanda alone, dammit." Amanda looked at Mark and started smirking as well; "Yeah, you can talk to both of us…We can do this all night if you want." Mark said again. The voice got pissed again; "Ok…that's it…I'm coming to kick your ass…I know where you two are." Mark looked at Amanda before speaking again; "How do you know where we are?"

The voice giggled; "I could be inside the house or outside the house…be on the lookout for me…I'm gonna kick your ass, man." Mark smirked; "Ok…let me know when you get here." The call ended; "Mark…it is creeping me out a bit honestly…what if they bring someone with them?" Mark shrugged; "I think we can handle it, baby…let's finish the movie…see how it plays out."

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The movie ended twenty minutes later, and there was still no sign of the mysterious caller; "Let's clean up and go to bed…we can check on Joey and sleep in John's bedroom if it is not locked." Mark said picking up the Coke cans. Amanda took the popcorn bowl into the kitchen while Mark tidied up the living room; Amanda put the bowl in the sink and began to run water in it; she glanced up and saw a white mask in the window peering at her…she didn't scream, but ran to get Mark.

"Mark, someone is in the backyard with a mask." Mark looked at her and got his gun out of the holster; "Come on." They went to the window where Amanda had seen the masked person; they saw nothing so Mark opened up the back door; "Grab that flashlight that is plugged into the wall over there, Mandy." She got it and he went to take it; "I'm going with you, Mark." Mark knew he could not argue with her, so out the back door they went.

They looked around the back porch and saw nothing; they stepped off the porch and into the back yard, surveying the area; suddenly, someone grabbed Amanda, who hit the person with the flashlight and Mark then pistol whipped them with his gun…the person fell to the ground, moaning; the person had a white mask on. Mark pulled the mask off the person and revealed a scrawny-looking man underneath; "Cecil?"

Mark looked at Amanda; "Your ex, huh?" Cecil looked at Mark; "Please don't hurt me, man…it was a joke." Mark yanked the smaller man up off the ground; "Was it you calling Amanda all night, trying to scare her?" Cecil nodded; "Yes…it was just a joke…please." Mark looked at the man; "You still wanting to kick my ass because I am ready." Cecil shook his head; "No…you're scary as shit, man…please."

Mark didn't let him go; "Did Amanda tell you she was finished with you for good?" Cecil nodded; "She did…I was just messing with her…I swear." Mark turned to Cecil; "Apologize and don't bother her again." Cecil looked at Amanda, still scared; "I'm sorry…I will leave you alone." Mark turned him back to face him; "Pulling stunts like this is dangerous…next time, someone might shoot your ass." Cecil nodded and Mark released; "Change your underwear when you get home:" Cecil turned red and ran to the front of the house to get in his car…he sped away.

Amanda snickered; "What a dumbass." Mark smiled; "You ready for bed?" Amanda nodded and held onto Mark's arm as they made it to the back porch; "Thank you for everything tonight, Hoffman." Amanda said, reaching up to kiss him, which he hungrily returned.

They broke the kiss; "Let's check on Joey and go back down to the basement…I don't think John will appreciate the mess we will make in his bed." Amanda smirked; "Messy, huh?" Mark smirked back as they opened the door; "All night, baby."

The Jigsaw apprentices closed the door and turned off the porch light, the moonlight now lighting the backyard into a peaceful state.

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Mark shut the door to his bedroom at the warehouse, taking deep breaths. The feeling of nausea was building; he had crossed a line, and there was no coming back from it…Mark decided to take out his frustrations on his co-apprentice, but it was not with words or fists.

It started with words, as it always did; she was right, he was wrong…the same game over and over again. But, Amanda decided to go one step further by insulting Mark's manhood…how dare she say that John was and would be better at "everything." He wondered how far her relationship with John went…he couldn't blame the old man if Amanda threw herself at him. Looking at it now after everything was said and done, Mark felt Amanda was just blowing smoke up his ass to get a rise out of him…and Mark reacted accordingly.

Mark pushed his co-apprentice on the wall, pinning her in; she struggled to get loose, but he had the upper hand…Mark applied his lips to hers…Amanda tried to turn away, but he brought her face back to him and kissed her again… She was not being responsive, but she stopped struggling to get away from him.

Mark knew he should have just left it at that, but he wanted more from his co-apprentice; he tried to show Amanda that insulting his manhood was not a thing to do to him. Mark rolled her shirt up; again, she said nothing to stop him, but she just had a blank stare on her face. Mark kissed the tops of her still bra bra-covered breasts; he heard a low purr in her throat, but she was still silent.

He pulled away and unsnapped the front of her bra; "Don't pretend you don't want this to happen, Amanda…I've seen your secret looks at me." She did not rebut him, so he took that as a sign to continue. Looking at it now, Mark wondered if he had imagined the secret looks.

Mark applied his mouth and tongue to her breasts: he could hear Amanda's heartbeat speed up, but she said nothing and kept her hands at her sides…her stare got further away in her eyes, but Mark did not see it. He heard a low groan in her throat that she was trying to mask…or was it something else?

Mark pulled away from her chest and unbuttoned her pants, then unzipped them; he slowly stuck his hand into her pants and underwear; Amanda was aroused, so he figure it was ok to continue…she said nothing but closed her eyes as inserted his fingers in her; "You feel so good, Amanda." He felt her walls tighten a bit at his words and he continued; Amanda tilted her head back…she was starting to get into it…or at least that was what Mark was telling himself…now, he wondered if Amanda tilted her head back because she was so disgusted with him.

Mark pushed his body into hers, rocking against her; some reason reached him as he decided to forgo asking Amanda for head or a hand job…the rocking was doing the job just nicely for him. He continued to work his fingers into her, adding his thumb to rub her into an apex; Mark increased his rocking against Amanda to match his ministrations; she cried out as she orgasmed…he followed soon after, wet spots forming on the front of his pants.

The two breathed deeply and Mark kissed Amanda's neck gently.

Suddenly, Amanda pushed Mark away; she zipped her pants up, pulled down her shirt, and ran out of the room, not looking back at him. Mark stood there for a few moments; he started to feel sick to his stomach and went to his bedroom to clean up.

Yes…he had crossed a line.

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Mark got his bearings and decided to go see Amanda to talk to her…try to find out why she was so upset; 'You know why she is upset, Hoffman…she didn't want to do this with you, but you pushed her into it anyway…her saying nothing should have been a clue, dumbass.' Mark shook his head; he was not that kind of person, was he?

‘Seth probably did the same thing to your sister…you are a piece of pathetic shit like him after all…what would Angie think of her loving brother making a girl screw around with him because he needed to show her how much of a man he is…you are a piece of shit.' Mark growled and punched a wall, crying out as he did so…' No…he wasn't Seth.'

Mark rubbed his hand, which was bleeding, so he took a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wrapped it. He arrived at Amanda's bedroom door; he took a few deep breaths before knocking; "Amanda…if you are in there…I need to talk to you…please." Mark heard a bit of rustling about and Amanda opened the door just a crack…she had been crying; "What is it, Hoffman?"

Mark swallowed; "Can you open the door so I can see you?" Amanda shook her head; "No…what do you need to talk about?" Mark swallowed again; "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable earlier…that was not my intent." Amanda stared at him; "What was your intent, then?" Mark looked down at his feet then back up; "I got upset when you said John would be better at "everything" than me…I decided to be an ass about it…and I am sorry."

Amanda nodded; "Ok…goodnight." She shut the door in his face and locked the door. Mark sighed…he had really f—ked things up.

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Over the next few weeks, Mark felt even sicker because Amanda would not talk or look at him; she worked on traps with him, but she kept her distance and did her part only…they no longer helped each other like before. As soon as Amanda was done with her work, she would take off to her room… It was true, she saw Mark as a creep now…a deviant.

Mark's drinking started back again in private at his place; he could not handle that Amanda thought of him as a dirty pig, but he had no one to blame but himself…he should have read her feelings…Amanda never wanted him like that…John was more of a man than him because John could control his urges, unlike Mark.

Mark got drunk one night yet again and called Amanda's cellphone…she did not pick up…why would she? He drunkenly rambled and cried to her voicemail…begging for her forgiveness for being such a piece of scum. Mark hung up and curled up into a ball on his living room floor…he fell into a troubled sleep.

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Mark heard a knock at his apartment door; he had fallen asleep on the floor…he was surrounded by several beer cans…he hoped it wasn't John because he would be angry at him for drinking again…but the way Mark had been feeling, he deserved some kind of punishment.

He got up shakily and opened the door; "Amanda?" She nodded; "I…umm, got your message last night…I know you were drunk:" Mark looked at her and he remembered; "I meant what I said in the message…I am so sorry for what I did to you…I should have stopped when I realized you weren't into it."

Amanda nodded; "Can I come in?" Mark stood to the side and let her in, giving her space. He walked towards the kitchen as she sat on the couch; "You want some coffee?" Amanda smiled a bit; "Sure." He made them a small pot of coffee; "Sugar, cream, or both?" Amanda took her jacket off; "Both." Mark finished making their coffee cups and brought one over to her; he sat down in the chair, away from her so he didn't make her uncomfortable. They sipped their coffee in a somewhat comfortable silence.

"I feel like I should tell you I am sorry that I put a slur on your manhood, Hoffman," Amanda said. Mark shook his head; "No…don't do that…I'm the one who was in the wrong." Amanda looked at him; "Why did you come on to me like that, Hoffman?" Mark stared off for a moment to gather his thoughts…his true ones; "I was upset at what you said and I decided to be rude about it…I started to like touching you for real…not just to prove a point anymore…I overestimated how much you were actually into me."

Amanda looked at him for a moment; "Why didn't you give me time to process what was going on?" Mark looked at her; "What?" Amanda put her coffee cup down; "You never asked what I wanted or how I was feeling…you just made assumptions…I didn't say anything because I was not sure how to feel…I thought you hated me."

Mark blinked; "I honestly didn't know until I started touching you that I was attracted to you…and you are right…I should have asked about your feelings and how things were making you feel…I never hated you, Amanda…you are difficult, yes…But I never hated you."

Amanda took this in; "I don't hate you either." They sat quietly for a while; "Mark…come over here please." He quietly got up and sat down next to her; she turned to him; "Since that night, my feelings have been confused…promise me you will not put me in a situation like that again." Mark shook his head; "I won't…ever." She smiled; "I need some clarity…I want you to kiss me if you want to."

Mark looked at her, shaking his some; "Is that what you want?" Amanda nodded; Mark placed his hands on her cheeks and gently kissed her on the lips a few times before pulling away. Amanda looked at him; "I liked that." Mark frowned; "I don't know how you could like it considering what I did." Amanda took Mark's hand; "I wasn't happy with what happened that night, but you seem sincere in wanting forgiveness."

He looked at her; "I am." Amanda smiled and leaned toward him to kiss him again, this time deepening the kiss; Mark accepted it, but he could not get rid of the guilt coursing through his veins; "I don't deserve this:" He said, pulling away. Amanda cleared her throat; "Mark…look at me…I forgive you…you promised not to do something like that again and I believe you." Mark looked at her and leaned in to kiss her again, which she accepted…what he wouldn't give to go back and fix that night.

Amanda broke the kiss; "I want you…take me right here…right now." Mark sighed and leaned her down on the couch, kissing her…he questioned if he was going to be able to get hard because of the thoughts swirling in his brain. Amanda's soft moans soon began to work their magic on him and he slowly became aroused…she had forgiven him…he had pleaded for forgiveness..: It was a mistake Mark was never going to repeat.

He pulled away; "Please tell me if I am doing something you don't like…I will stop, ok?" Amanda nodded; "We're ok now, Mark…please…I want you so much." Mark smiled and leaned down to kiss her neck, which she appreciated greatly this time around. Mark felt Amanda run her hands under his shirt; "You can take off my shirt if you want." Mark said, lifting his head from her neck.

His co-apprentice took his shirt off and started running her fingernails all over his back and chest; "Maybe you should wear tight-fitting shirts instead of your Grandpa shirts, Hoffman." He chuckled; "Why's that?" Amanda grinned; "Mmm, you have the body for it." Mark blushed a bit, not used to women saying such things about him; "Can I take your shirt off, Young?" She smiled; "Yes."

Mark removed her shirt, grinning that she had no bra on underneath; "Pretty." He simply said as he descended his mouth onto her breasts; Amanda was completely engaged in what he was doing…he felt a warmth that was sorely missing during their first encounter. Amanda moaned and ran her fingers through his still surprising soft hair; Mark was not in a good place last night or many nights for that matter…he would never tell Amanda, but he came very close to swallowing a huge amount of sleeping pills…if he woke up, fine…if he did not…oh well, is how he thoughts were going last night. He was glad he didn't know.

Mark moved back up to kiss Amanda; "Do you want to go to my bedroom?" Amanda nodded and the two got up; when they got inside the bedroom; Amanda noticed that Mark's room looked not been slept in; "Been staying in your living room?" Mark shrugged; "More or less." Amanda got on the bed, kicking her socks and shoes off. Mark moved next to her; "Can I take your pants off?"

Amanda nodded and Mark pulled her pants off, leaving her underwear on…he could see a bit of wetness on them; "Were you…ummm…aroused that night…because you felt like it." Mark asked…it was something that confused him that night. Amanda looked at him; "I was, but I was not sure if my mind wanted it." Mark frowned, feeling guilty again. Amanda held his arm; "But I am certain now that this is what I want."

Mark smiled a bit and slowly removed her underwear; he gently eased his fingers into her as she closed her eyes, a smile appearing across her face. He could sense her arousal was much more intense this time around as he felt her walls relax immediately, allowing him more gentle movement; "You do feel wonderful, Mandy…so warm…tight." Mark cooed as he began to relax. She smiled again and pulled him down for another deep kiss.

He pulled away; "Can I go down on you?" Amanda smirked and spread her legs further for him; Mark withdrew his fingers and positioned his head between her thighs, kissing the scars that aligned them…he placed his tongue on her sensitive nub and slowly licked…Amanda moaned appreciatively and slowly began to rub her breasts…Mark saw her ministrations and groaned against her…she was incredibly sexy…she honestly had no idea how much she was…that made it hotter.

Mark increased the speed of his tongue and Amanda took her hands, pulling him even closer inside her; he panted and gasped as he feverishly worked to get his co-apprentice off…he was rewarded as warm liquid coated his face, but Mark didn't want to stop. Amanda eventually tugged slightly on his hair, causing him to stop…Amanda grinned at his wet, panting face; "I got off about a minute ago, Detective." Mark blushed; "Sorry…your taste made it hard for me to stop."

Amanda smirked; "Your turn, Detective." He smirked back and removed his pants and boxers…relaxing on the bed. His co-apprentice crawled over to him, a suggestive look on her face; Amanda grinned and slowly licked the underside; Mark almost jumped off the bed by the sensation; "Shit…that felt good." He said, getting his bearings. Mark barely recovered before she put her mouth down on him, going deep; "OH..FUC-" Mark yelled, overwhelmed again.

Amanda smirked and continued her ministrations…going even deeper; "Shit…I never had it this good, Mandy…OH!!" Mark praised but he needed her to stop; "I need you to stop, Mandy." She lifted her mouth off of him and he sucked in his breath; "F—k me, Amanda…please." It was a plea, but Mark needed her…needed to be inside her. Amanda smiled; "Whatever you want, Detective Hoffman."

Mark reached over and got a condom out of his nightstand; he daftly placed it on; "You choose how to start." He said to Amanda; she mounted him reversed cowgirl; Mark huffed as he saw her sink slowly until she hit bottom; "Oh God!!" He said as the sensation of her tightness hit him. Amanda turned her head slightly to smirk as she began to ride him…Mark was in pure bliss; his co-apprentice knew exactly what she was doing…knew what spots to hit that made him go mad; "Mandy…Ohhh!!"

Mark grabbed her hips and lifted her off of him, laying her down on the bed; he smirked as he quickly entered her; Amanda wrapped her legs around his back tight as he started to thrust into her; "Harder, Detective." He obliged; his bed was rocking hard…he was sure his neighbor could hear the headboard hitting the wall. Mark leaned down and kissed Amanda, his pace hard and steady.

Amanda tore away from his lips; "Faster, Mark…PLEASE!!" He increased his speed to an almost comical range…he heard one of the bed slats crack or break…Mark hoped the bed would not crash to the floor…he didn't want to stop; "I think we're breaking the bed, Mandy." Amanda giggled; "Put us up against the wall, then." He picked her up and she kept her legs wrapped tight around his back; Mark looked for a bare place on the wall…finding none, he walked them over to the en-suite door, shutting it and putting them up against it.

Mark began his frantic pace again and the door was making even more sound than the bed was…he just expected his nosy dumbass neighbor would knock on his apartment door at any minute. Amanda scratched her nails down his back; "FUC…HARDER!!" Mark thrust into her so hard that he was seeing spots forming in front of his eyes…Amanda dug her nails even deeper into his back and he grunted loudly; "I don't know how much more I can give you, Mandy." He panted and pushed even harder into her.

Like clockwork, Mark heard his neighbor pounding on the door, but Mark did not stop his ministrations; "What the hell is going on in there, Hoffman?… You're being too loud, shithead." Mark turned toward the apartment door and growled loudly so that his neighbor could hear him; "Shut the hell up, Jimmy…I'm busy!!" Jimmy continued to pound on the door and Mark turned his attention back to Amanda; "Mandy…I'm about to…OH!!" He orgasmed hard and dropped to his knees in front of Amanda, who planted her feet on the ground.

Mark quickly spread her thighs apart and licked her core frantically until she reached her orgasm with a scream; she fell to the floor with Mark, tackling him in a passionate kiss. She lay on top of him, the two kissing for a while until they heard Jimmy's knocking again…Mark sighed; "Give me a few minutes, ok?" Amanda giggled and rolled off him; Mark got up, discarded the condom in his bedroom trash can, and put on a pair of sleepers he had already set out.

Amanda watched as Mark walked to the apartment door as Jimmy continued pounding on the door; Mark yanked the door open; "Didn't I tell you I was busy, asshole?" Amanda heard Jimmy say; "That's it, Hoffman…I'm gonna kick your ass…stupid lush." Mark responded; "Oh yeah? Let's go." Mark went out the apartment door and Amanda heard the commotion move next door…she heard a few thumps and then heard Jimmy say; "Ok..Ok…Shit…I'm done." She heard the apartment door close and then Mark came through his door, shutting and locking it; "That takes care of that."

Mark came back into the bedroom…Amanda smirked; "Long-standing feud?" Mark grinned; "Yeah…we moved in at the same time…he swears up and down he was supposed to get this apartment because it had an en-suite, but not according to the landlord…he picks a fight with me ever so often and I gotta kick his ass…no biggie." Amanda smirked again; "I feel for your neighbors." Mark smirked back; "They don't like him either."

Mark helped Amanda off the floor; "What time do we need to be at the warehouse this evening?" Amanda looked at her watch; 5 pm, so we have about three hours." Mark wrapped his arms around his co-apprentice; "No pressure, but you are welcome to hang out here…I need to get a shower and I was thinking of ordering some Mexican food to be delivered here." Amanda smiled; "That sounds nice…I'll stay."

Mark smiled and kissed her softly; "Good."

John Kramer always preached about second chances and appreciating one's life…for one time ever…Mark was thankful for second chances.

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Mark threw a wrench into the newest trap he was working on. He chose to go solo on this one because it was small and not too complicated. Amanda, his co-apprentice, decided to take advantage of her downtime and split. He had no idea where she was, but he knew she was in the warehouse somewhere.

Mark went to pick up the pilers and he suddenly heard what sounded like a strong bass sound; it rattled the pieces on his work table…Amanda must have gone to the basement and turned up some music; it was getting quite annoying real quick. Mark got up and started down to the cellar, wanting her to at least turn the music down a bit. He entered the basement and he heard the loud music coming from one of the storage rooms… a relatively empty room. 

Mark cracked open the door and stopped himself from opening it up all the way; Amanda was dancing on one of the support poles that was in the storage room; it looked like she had put something on the pole that made it easier for her hands and legs to move along it. Mark recognized the song as "Pony" by Ginuwine…he had seen women at strip clubs dance to the song.

He grinned and decided to watch for a bit before he made himself known; Amanda had on short shorts, leg warmers, high heels, and a tied-off tank top…her longer hair was up in a ponytail. Mark smirked a bit…she did look much more toned than before, so she must be doing pole dancing as exercise…Mark would dare say that she looked sexy, a word he thought he would never consider for his co-apprentice.

Amanda went over to a CD Player she had and changed out the CD; "Cherry Pie" by Warrant started playing; she went back to the pole…it was clear that she had a routine to this song. Mark swallowed as he watched his co-apprentice do various moves and tricks on the pole…Amanda was sensual in her movements…something that Mark had not seen when he observed women dancing at strip clubs.

Amanda continued; occasionally, when she leaned back, Mark could see the bottoms of her breasts popping out of her tied tank top…he could feel himself becoming aroused…he wondered what it would be like to get a personal dance from her. Suddenly, Mark fell through the door because he leaned on it too much…he crashed down on the ground and Amanda turned around, angry and embarrassed; "What the hell are you doing, Hoffman?" She screamed, turning off the music.

Mark looked up, embarrassed as well, "Your music was shaking my work table and I was coming to tell you to turn it down some." She looked at him…he knew she was not buying it because his face was a sweaty mess and he was still partially aroused: "Bullshit, Mark…you were peeping on me." He wanted to deny it, but he knew better; "Fine, Amanda…I was coming to tell you about the music and I caught you pole dancing…I decided to watch…sue me."

Amanda smirked; "Did you like what you saw, Detective?" He shrugged; "Would have been better if you had taken your clothes off." Mark clapped his hand over his mouth, honesty not intending to say that out loud. Amanda smirked again; "You got any singles, Hoffman?" He stared at her, taking a moment to register what she was saying; "I got a few bills, yeah."

She grinned; "Pull up a chair, asshat." Mark almost fell over his feet trying to get to a few chairs that were stored in the room; he dragged one back over towards the pole and took off his jacket before sitting down. Amanda was over at the CD Player, putting in a different CD; "You ready, Detective?" Mark got several bills out of his wallet; "Yes."

"Pour Some Sugar on Me" by Def Leopard starting blaring from the CD Player; Mark smirked as he watched Amanda perform a routine on the pole; during certain points, she removed her bottoms and her tank top, leaving her in a thin g-string and an equally thin bra that was a size too small, causing the bottom of her breasts to stick out…she left on her high heels and leg warmers. Amanda strutted over towards Mark and danced suggestively in front of him.

Mark grinned and placed a dollar bill in the middle of her bra; he took the next dollar bill and ran it down her stomach before inserting it along her left hip bone. He smirked and held up a 10-dollar bill; "You wanna earn this, Mandy?" She smirked back; "Sure." Mark licked his lips; "Give me a lap dance then." Amanda straddled him, rolling her hips against him; Mark moaned low in his throat; he rubbed the 10-dollar bill along the side of her face before placing it inside one of her bra cups.

Amanda continued grinding against him; Mark grinned and held up another 10-dollar bill; "Let me see your tatas, Mandy." Mark expected her to stop right there, but she took the money that was in her bra and placed them in her g-string. She continued her grind as she removed her bra; Mark swallowed hard as he took in her exposed chest…he smirked and rubbed the 10-dollar bill along her already hard nipples before putting it in her g-string.

Mark held up a five-dollar bill; "Turn around and let me see that ass, Mandy." The music had long ended, but they kept on with the game; Amanda turned around to give Mark a good look at her thonged rear; he smirked and added another five-dollar bill; "Can I spank you?" Amanda nodded and took the two five-dollar bills; she added them to her g-string. Mark licked his hand and slapped Amanda's buttocks several times; "Mmm, you got a nice, jiggly ass, Mandy." He said, slapping it one more time before he pulled out a twenty-dollar bill; "You ready for some bigger pay, Mandy?"

Amanda turned her head to the side, smirking; "Yes, Detective." He grinned; "Turn around." She turned around and Mark smiled; "Play with yourself, Mandy." She smirked again and lowered her hands inside her G-string. He groaned and watched intently; "Mmm, that's good, Mandy…keep going and come here." Amanda moved forward, not stopping and Mark placed one of his hands on top of hers; "You feel like a damn radiator, Young." He moved her hands out of the way and inserted his own; "I want my hand drenched, understand?" Amanda moaned in agreement.

The pace continued and Amanda reached her climax, drenching Mark's hand as requested; he pulled his hand out of her g-string and licked it; "Tasty tramp." He said giving her the twenty-dollar bill. He grinned again and held up his last twenty; "Ready for your last earning, Mandy?" She shook in anticipation; "Yes." She whimpered. Mark smiled and placed his hands on her breasts; "Put my schlong between them, Mandy."

Amanda grinned knowing exactly what he wanted; she kneeled, unzipping his pants, exposing him, and wrapped her breasts around his member; Mark moaned and tilted his head back; "Just like that…mmm." Amanda began to move her chest up and down and Mark redirected his attention to her actions; "You are so f—king hot, Amanda…shit!!" She blushed a bit, not used to hearing men, let alone Mark Hoffman, say that; "Thanks…I guess." He grinned; "I'd pay top dollar to watch your ass dance at a strip club."

Amanda smirked; "What about for free, here?" Mark grinned and moaned at the same time; "I'd be good with that, mmm." Amanda increased the friction and Mark tilted back his head again, moaning loudly; "Yes, Mandy…keep going…almost there." She continued with her ministrations until Mark orgasmed, covering her chest; he took a breath and looked at the aftermath, fully satisfied…"Beautiful." Mark said as he tilted his head back to rest.

Amanda reached over to get her exercise sweat towel to clean herself off, applying a bit of water from her water bottle; "You know I am keeping the money, right?" Mark smirked as he had his eyes closed; "As long as I get freebies from now on." He still had his eyes closed when he felt something hovering over him; Mark slowly opened his eyes and saw Amanda's lips close to his…he smiled and reached up to pull her into a kiss that was a mess of tongues and teeth.

They broke apart; "I need to go get a shower, Hoffman." Amanda said, picking up her discarded clothes, towel, water bottle, and CD Player along with the CD case. Mark pulled his pants up and took the chair back from where he got it; "I need to get back to work on my trap." They both exited the basement room and walked up the stairs, aiming to go to their respective areas.

"If you want, Hoffman, you can come to my room later, maybe earn that money back," Amanda said, looking at him. Mark chuckled; "How?" Amanda smirked; "By showing me your horizontal tango…if you get what I mean." He smirked back; "Sounds like a good time." She smiled; "See you later tonight then, Detective." Amanda headed to the warehouse bathroom.

Once she was gone, Mark quickly went to the computer, typing in "horizontal tango" and then smirking big; "A good time indeed."

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Mark Hoffman stared at the payroll book that sat in front of him; he had gotten behind because he had to handle a customer complaint yet again. It seemed his newest hire, Amanda, had put too small of amount of ham on the customer’s sub and became irate; the bigger woman yelled at the smaller woman, for the error but Amanda could hold her own in an argument…however, she had gotten too mouthy and told the woman that she could stand to have a little less meat on her sub…so Mark had to come out and handle it.

Amanda had a point, but owner, John Kramer, always said “the customer is to be treated like a temple” or some other new age bullshit he liked to spout off. Mark discounted the woman’s sandwich and gave her some cookies for a “freebie”; as he put the cookies in the box, he caught Amanda smirking at him secretly and he returned the smirk…the woman needed to seriously consider healthier food options, or her time on Earth was going to be short.

However, Amanda needed to be reprimanded for her rude words; Mark did not fire her, but instead switched her and Adam’s schedules around so that she would be closing with Mark tonight instead. Adam was happy because he had more time to spend with his boyfriend, Lawrence, who was a doctor at a small office. Amanda wasn’t too happy, but she understood…Mark did know one person who would not be pleased with Amanda working late…her boyfriend, Seth, who Mark disliked personally.

Mark started working at Kramer’s Subs when he finished high school; he even moved into the apartment that was above the deli with his sister Angie, who moved in to help with rent…Mark worked hard and earned John’s respect enough to be promoted to manager. Mark was now 32 years old and had plans the year before to leave the deli to start a new job working with his fiancée’s father; however, three months before they were to marry, his fiancée ended up pregnant, but not with Mark’s child. He broke off the engagement and stayed at the deli; on the upside, John gave him a raise, which helped Mark with rent since his sister had moved out.

Angie had dated Seth, who was Amanda’s current boyfriend. Mark could never prove it, but he suspected Seth had hit his sister a few times. Angie broke things off with Seth, but decided to move to another state with her best friend; this fueled Mark’s theory that Seth had been beating Angie and she wanted to get away. He wished Angie had stayed with him so he could make sure she was safe, but she and her best friend had both found serious boyfriends and were renting a big house together; this reduced Mark’s stress about the situation greatly.

Mark looked up from his payroll book because he heard Amanda arguing with someone on the phone in the bathroom next door; he was pretty sure it was Seth, so he decided to move to the wall that was closest to the bathroom to eavesdrop;

“No, it’s not like that at all…Adam had to go home and Mark needed me to close…Seth, you are being silly…I’m not sleeping with my boss, Seth…come on!!”

Mark frowned a bit; he could already see that Seth would probably be by sometime tonight to pick a fight with Amanda or him…he needed to be prepared if it did happen.

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Amanda locked the front door to the deli while Mark started counting the register down; “Amanda, clean off the tables and sweep…you can spot mop tonight…load up the trash, but do not take it outside without me, ok? I will clean up the kitchen after I put the money in the safe.” Amanda nodded and started on the tables as Mark headed back to the office to put the money in the safe.

Mark went to the kitchen; he would not have much to do because Adam always did a good job of cleaning up and organizing as he went. Mark glanced out to the dining room and saw that Amanda was finished sweeping and was preparing to spot mop. He then turned his attention to finishing some loose dishes and utensils that were lying around…ten minutes later, Mark was finished in the kitchen and turned off the lights.

He walked out to the dining room and did not see Amanda; he walked towards the bathroom and she was not in there…he then went to the break room…no Amanda. Mark turned and saw the back door was open; Amanda had either ignored or forgotten about what he said about the trash. He quickly walked towards the back door and looked out; he was glad he did.

Seth had Amanda pinned to the brick wall near the dumpster, talking harshly to her face up close; Mark made himself known; “What the hell is going on, here?” Seth whipped around and Amanda moved away from him; “Nothing Mark…just wanted to know why my girl was so desperate to work late with you…you screwing her?” Mark smirked; “You’re a real asshole, Seth…I know for sure now that you were hitting my sister.”

Seth smirked back; “Women like Angie and Amanda need to be put in their place…you didn’t answer my question, so it must be true, piece of shit!!” Mark did not drop his smirk; “Come at me if you want, Seth…I’m not some girl you can beat up on.”

Seth went to punch Mark, but Amanda hit Seth with a discarded plank of crate wood; he turned and snarled; “You little bitch.” Seth slapped her across the face and Mark grabbed him and swung him to the brick wall, pinning him against it; “Call the police if you want, Amanda…I got it under control.” Seth turned to her; “You call the police and you are dead, bitch.”

Mark head butted him; “Shut up, asshole…Amanda, if you don’t, I will…make a choice.” Amanda looked between both of them and got out her cellphone, calling the police.

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The police came and arrested Seth after Amanda gave a statement; Mark pointed out that the building next to the deli was a bank and footage had been obtained for a robbery at the deli in which the criminal took off through the back door. The police thanked Mark and escorted Seth to jail; he would be in jail for a while if his bail was not made before his trial; The police requested that Amanda get a restraining order immediately, which she agreed to do.

The police left and Mark and Amanda walked back into the deli; Mark locked the back door and looked at Amanda; “I told you to wait for me before you took the trash out, yes?” Amanda looked down at her feet; “Yes.” Mark took a breath before speaking; “Seth dated my sister and he pretty much confirmed he was hitting her…I advise you not to get back with him, Amanda…he is dangerous.” She looked up at him and nodded quietly.

Mark looked at her face; “Think you are going to need some ice; come sit in my office and relax for a bit…I need to finish a few things and we can leave…did you drive?” Amanda nodded again; “I don’t have far to drive.” Mark nodded in return; “Let’s go to the office; I will get you some ice.”

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Mark brought Amanda an ice pack; she was sitting on the small couch he had in the office…he handed her the pack and went to sit at his desk, intending to finish up the last bit of paperwork. It was quiet for a bit before Amanda spoke; “He was jealous of you.” Mark looked up; Huh?” Amanda looked at Mark before she repeated; “Seth is jealous of you.”

Mark smirked a bit; “Why is that?” Amanda put the ice pack down; “He said I talked about you too much…I mentioned what a good boss you were to work for…he also overheard me tell one of my friends that I thought you were cute.” Mark blushed at her words, not sure what to say that didn’t make him sound like a creep.

Amanda got up and walked towards his desk; “I want to thank you for helping me tonight…if you hadn’t come out there…” Mark held up his hand; “Don’t think that way, ok?” He got up and walked over to the filing cabinet to put his paperwork away; he turned and Amanda was behind him…he stared at her; “What?” She didn’t say anything, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him.

Mark didn’t respond at first, but then slowly gave in, kissing Amanda softly on the lips…he pulled away; “We can’t do this…Here I mean.” Amanda nodded; “Where, then?” He smiled; “My apartment is upstairs.”

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Mark shut everything in the deli off; he made a note to adjust Amanda’s paycheck because he knew John would not authorize overtime, even though the attack with Seth happened while she was still at work. He explained this to Amanda, who was not too upset about it…she was more interested in getting upstairs to Mark’s apartment. They went out the back door and walked to the door that was right next to it; Mark punched in a code, which opened the door. They then walked up the stairs to his apartment.

The apartment building housed two large apartments; Mark’s apartment was towards the front of the building where the deli entrance was…it was a nice apartment, but it was expensive, just like any decent apartments in the city. Mark opened up the apartment door and let Amanda in first; he then turned to close and lock the door…Mark turned around and Amanda pinned him to the door in a sloppy, passionate kiss.

Mark moaned and wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly rubbing her back; they broke apart; “So, you think I am cute?” Mark said, a bit shyly. Amanda smiled, not expecting the man who took on angry customers and boyfriends to be shy about anything; “I do…I had a crush on you when I started coming into the shop as a customer after I started beauty school.”

Mark grinned softly and kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip, which caused Amanda to moan; “You wanna go over to the couch?” Mark asked after he broke the kiss. Amanda looked around his living room and smirked; “How about we go to your desk over there instead?” Mark looked at his desk and smirked as well; it was similar to the desk he had in his office at the deli…undoubtedly, Amanda wanted to engage in some “desk sex”.

Mark nodded, " OK, but give me a few moments to clean off the top of it.” Amanda leaned against the back of the couch as she watched him remove his laptop, which he had paid a pretty penny for, a desk calendar, and a stationery set. Amanda kicked off her shoes and socks. She sauntered over to the desk as Mark removed his shoes and socks as well. Amanda leaned in to kiss Mark much more aggressively this time.

They broke the kiss and Mark moved the rolling chair out of the way; he sat her on top of the desk with her legs dangling from it. Mark moved between Amanda’s legs and began to unbutton her black shirt; John required that all workers and bosses wear the color black…he had red aprons and hats for the workers to wear while working the bosses were giving red laynards. Done with the shirt, Mark pushed it off her shoulders, revealing a black low plunge bra underneath…it showed off her ample breasts nicely.

Mark leaned down and kissed the uncovered parts of her breasts before pushing one of the cups back to expose her nipple; he began sucking it, causing Amanda to moan loudly; “That feels so good, Mark.” She said breathlessly. He grinned against her as he exposed her other nipple, repeating the same process. Mark pulled back and looked at her breasts, which were hard and now wet.

Amanda smiled and removed her bra completely; she directed her attention to Mark’s shirt, which was also a button-up. She slowly popped the buttons, looking at him as she did so; Mark grinned and leaned in for another kiss as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. Amanda pushed the shirt off his shoulders, smirking as she rubbed her hands over his chest; “I saw you changing your shirt one time in the break room…I thought your back looked quite nice…the front is even better.”

Mark blushed, remembering what she was referencing; he had stepped into the break room briefly to change his shirt because his old one had gotten dirty…he did not see anyone in the break room and quickly switched shirts; when he turned around, Amanda was sitting in the corner, engrossed in a magazine…he figured she did not see him, but she did apparently.

Amanda lowered her hands to Mark’s belt buckle, undoing it and popping the button; she put her hand inside; “Ready for some fun?” Mark smiled; “Yes…But I want to give you some “fun” first.” He removed her hand from his pants and reached to pull her pull-on pants and underwear off; Mark grinned and lowered himself to his knees…he spread Amanda’s legs apart and began to lick her core, inserting his fingers for good measure.

Amanda moaned and squirmed, involuntarily slapping the sides of his head with her thighs; “Mark, OH…so good…keep going!!” He obliged and he saw Amanda tighten her grip on the desk; “Please…get me off, Mark…PLEASE!!” Mark sped up his ministrations and she wrapped her legs around his head, holding him still as she climaxed hard. Mark lifted his head, lightly licking his lips; “Mmm, delicious.” Amanda grinned down at him; “My turn now.”

They switched places, with Mark leaning against the desk; Amanda got on her knees and unzipped his pants…she lowered them and his boxers, smirking; “Mmm, I like this.” Mark had no time to retort before she descended on his member; he threw his head back and moaned as he felt her go deep…something his former fiancée never did; “Amanda…mmm…” Mark’s eyes rolled back as he felt her starting to bob her head…he felt like he was touching the back of her throat, which fired him up even more.

Mark let her continue for a while until he could not take much more; he touched the side of her face to get her to stop; Amanda looked up at him and he smiled; “Yes?” She stood up and kissed him; “Yes.” Mark smiled again; “I’ll be right back.” He said as he removed his pants and boxers completely; Amanda watched as Mark walked to what she thought was his bedroom…he came back out a few moments later with a condom; “Lean over the desk.” Mark said as he applied the protection to himself. Amanda did as he asked and he positioned himself behind her; “Ready?”

Amanda whimpered; “Yes.” She could barely contain her excitement and she felt Mark slowly push himself inside her; she started squirming a bit as she adjusted to Mark’s length and girth…Seth and many of her past lovers could not compare. Mark stopped until she got comfortable, kissing the side of her neck while he waited; “Ok?” Amanda turned her head to capture him in a kiss; “Yes.”

Mark pushed Amanda lower on the desk and started a steady pace; he sucked in his breath as he felt her inner muscles tighten around him rhythmically; “Mmm…You feel so good, Mandy.” Mark said as he continued, skin-on-skin sounds filling his apartment. Amanda groaned; “Mmm, this is better than I could ever imagined.” 

Mark grinned and bent down to kiss her back; “You’ve thought about this before?” Amanda breathed in as she felt pleasure coursing through her body; “I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t.” Mark smiled and pulled her up flush to his body, moving his hand around the front to stimulate her even more; “You like that, baby?” He asked, letting go of the formalities and giving in to his carnal desires.

Amanda moaned; “Yes, I do.” Mark planted his lips on her neck, lightly sucking; Amanda moaned even louder; “Harder.” She said, pushing back against him. He smirked; “Harder, what?” She grinned; “Harder, Mr. Hoffman.” When Amanda first started working at the deli, she addressed Mark as Mr. Hoffman for nearly two weeks…while he appreciated it, he finally told her to call him Mark, which she slowly transitioned to.

Mark tightened his free arm around Amanda’s waist and pushed harder, rubbing her core in tandem; “Is that better, baby?” Amanda sighed; “Yes, Mr. Hoffman…OH!!” She tightened hard around him as she orgasmed; Mark held her until she was finished, allowing her to catch her breath.

She moved forward and Mark slid out of her; Amanda hopped up on the desk and pulled Mark close to her, using her hand to insert him back in. She wrapped her legs around his back and nibbled at his neck as Mark began to buck hard against her; “You feel so good…I don’t wanna stop.” Amanda grinned against his neck as she reached down and cupped his sack, causing Mark to have a hard orgasm; she leaned back against the wall that the desk was against, and Mark leaned his head against her chest.

They rested, though Mark would occasionally suck on her right nipple as he caught his breath; “This was nice.” Mark said as Amanda ruffled his hair softly. She sighed in agreement and looked at the clock that was on the wall; “It’s 1 am…I am scheduled to come in and bake bread at 8 am.” The workers were scheduled a couple of times a week to come in and make bread until 10 am; they got paid extra to do so and they got to start later in the work day at their regular pay.

Mark nodded against her chest; “I have you scheduled to come in at 3 pm, right?” She shook her head in acknowledgment; “I need to get home.” Mark lifted his head off of her chest; “You are welcome to stay here if you want…I can wash your uniform so you can wear it again.” Amanda was quiet for a moment; “Won’t that get you in trouble?… I mean, us hooking up and me staying the night?” Mark shook his head; “As long as it is not done at work, which is why I suggested coming up here…and I don’t show any favoritism.”

Amanda smiled; “Ok, I will stay.” Mark smiled back and kissed her; “Let me get our clothes and I will load them up real quick…I will get you something to wear to bed.” Amanda nodded and Mark gathered up their clothing and went to the kitchen, which is where his washer and dryer were. Amanda got off the desk, checking to see if it was “clean”. Satisfied, she put Mark’s items back on the desk the way he had them earlier.

She felt big arms wrap around her waist and she smiled; “Thank you for straightening up my desk.” Mark said in her ear, lightly licking the shell. Amanda smiled again and turned her head to give him a soft kiss; “Thank you for saving me tonight.” Mark smiled and guided her to the bedroom; “Let’s get to bed…you got to get to bread baking in the morning.”

Amanda grinned; “Yes, Mr. Hoffman.” Mark grinned back as he shut the bedroom door for the night.

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Mark looked over his final touches on the Rack—or, better yet, the final touches that John and Amanda bestowed on him because they thought he was an idiot; that was okay. Things were going to be different after tomorrow.

Mark smirked as he thought about the letter he planted for Amanda; if this didn't get rid of her for good, nothing would. He did not want to think too much about what her outcome would be; Mark could see her self-destructing because John would know about her role in Gideon's death, even though her idiot boyfriend, Cecil, was the one who did the damage.

Mark could also see her putting herself in exile, but Amanda would come after him if she lived…Mark did not see John making it through the surgery because the cancer was too far spread…it would be a battle between both of them for John's legacy, and Mark intended not to lose. Mark looked at his watch; he had some time before he had to complete the next part of the setup, so he decided to head down to the basement to practice getting out of his "trap"; he was still nervous about it malfunctioning somehow and he would not be able to get out as planned, which would mess everything up.

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Mark went to the basement and he saw Amanda, who looked like she was tinkering with something; "Thought you left to go get Denlon." He said as he walked closer. Amanda looked up; "I don't have to leave for a couple more hours…thought I would work on this little gadget I found." Mark looked at it; "Looks like a toy." Amanda nodded; "I figured the little girl could use something to entertain herself with…she was still crying when I went to give her dinner…she needs something to take her mind off things."

Mark grinned a bit; Amanda could be a nice person when she wanted to be…he noticed that she was quite doting on the Denlons' little girl, taking responsibility for her well-being…Amanda did not even take care of her well-being, but heaped it on this kid. Mark shook his head, dispelling any good thoughts he had about Amanda, and walked over to his "trap"; Mark got in it and set it up the way it needed to be…Amanda continued to work on the toy. Mark got his bearings and pushed to get out of the trap, but dislocated his shoulder in the process; "SHIT!!"

Amanda turned around, hearing Mark use a tone that she had never heard; "Are you okay?" He tried to mask the tears that were coming out of his eyes; "I think I dislocated my left shoulder…DAMMIT!!" He took deep breaths…he was going to pass out from the pain. Amanda got up and came over to him, feeling at his left shoulder; "I think you did…I can pop it back in place for you, but it is going to hurt like hell for a few moments." Mark clenched his teeth; "Just do it…please." Amanda nodded and went to clear off a nearby work table. Once it was cleared, she went back to get Mark quickly out of his "trap".

"Come with me and get up on the table; you need to lie flat on your back." Mark nodded and got up; the pain was so excruciating that Amanda had to support him on the walk over; As best she could, Amanda helped Mark up on the table, and he lay down as instructed. Amanda left for a moment to get a rag for Mark to bite down on; they were freshly laundered, but looked a sight. She walked back over to the table; "This is clean, I promise…I need you to bite down on it." For once, the Detective did not fight her and she put the rag in his mouth; Amanda then carefully took out Mark's left arm; "You ready?"

Mark's eyes got big, but he nodded; she moved his arm to a 90-degree angle and he screamed, though it was muffled by the rag. Amanda took a breath and moved the arm again to a 120-degree angle; Mark screamed again, but then heard a "pop"…relief washed across his face…the shoulder was back in place. Amanda took the rag out of his mouth; "Better?"

He smiled softly; "Yes…umm…thank you." Amanda returned the smile; "Stay on the table; I will get you some Advil and an ice pack. Mark nodded and closed his eyes to settle himself.

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A few minutes later, Amanda returned with the Advil, a bottle of water, and an ice pack with body tape. She shook out four tablets into her hand; "Open, please." It took Mark a minute to realize she meant his mouth, so he quickly opened it; Amanda gently placed the pills into Mark's mouth…he shivered slightly when he felt her fingers graze his lips. She then opened up the water bottle and held it up to Mark's lips so he could drink, which he did. She put the lid on the bottle and then directed her attention to the ice pack.

"I'm going to unbutton your shirt so that I can get the ice pack directly on your shoulder." Mark nearly stopped her, but she started unbuttoning his shirt anyway. He swallowed as he watched Amanda pop the buttons…it had been a long time since a woman had doted on him…Mark was kind of liking the attention if he was being honest. His shirt now unbuttoned, Amanda pushed it off both his shoulders and went to get the ice pack.

Mark inwardly smirked as he saw Amanda take in his naked stomach and chest; she blushed a bit and then put the ice pack on his shoulder, which felt wonderful. She gently wrapped the ice pack around Mark's shoulder with the body tape. He lay there quietly for a bit as Amanda felt around softly on his shoulder; "Yeah…it is back in place…do you want to go to your bedroom for a while?" Mark thought it over; "Yeah…umm, do you care to help me get there?"

Mark could do it himself, but he was digging the attention his co-apprentice was giving him. Amanda shrugged; "Sure, I can help you." He smiled as she helped him off the table and escorted him to his bedroom.

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Amanda opened the door to Mark's bedroom, which used to be a warehouse office. He sat down on the bed as she shut the door; "Need your shoes removed?" Mark nodded; to be fair, he had on laced-up boots that were not easy to kick off…and his shoulder was genuinely still sore…Mark needed it to be better by tomorrow for sure. Amanda went to her knees and started unlacing his boots; Mark swallowed hard because his mind flashed to something else she could be doing for him on her knees…he shook the thought out of his head as Amanda continued to work on his boots. The boots were unlaced and removed…Amanda looked up; "Do you need me to do anything else?"

‘I wanna see your head bobbing up and down on my shaft.' Mark thought, kicking himself inwardly for doing so…what was wrong with him? "If you could get me a pair of sleep pants, I will leave alone after that." He meant it…his mind was getting too much for him. Amanda nodded; "Where are they?" Mark used his right hand to point; "That red box…over there." Amanda got up to go to the box; Mark shrugged out of his shirt and used his right hand to throw it off the bed; "Planning on bedding some of the contestants?" He heard Amanda ask. Mark blinked; "What?" She held up a roll of condoms and he blushed; "I found those on Eric when I was searching his pockets after we brought him here…I planned to take them home, but I forgot about them."

Amanda smirked and put them back in the box; she walked over to Mark with his sleep pants…he went to say something, but Amanda reached down to unbuckle his belt buckle; "You don't have to…" She silenced him by putting her finger on his lips; "I think I am the nurse here, Detective." Mark swallowed yet again and shut his mouth…if she wanted to pamper him, then so be it.

Amanda unbuttoned and unzipped Mark's pants and pulled them off; she also removed his socks. He tilted his head up so she would not see how red he was…he was visibly erect through his boxers. Mark groaned as he felt Amanda remove his boxers; he looked down and she smirked up at him before lowering her mouth on him. Mark groaned even louder; "Amanda…OH…feels so good." He nearly jumped off the bed when he felt her go further until he hit the back of her throat; "Little naughty bitch." He choked out as she continued bobbing her head…his mind was consumed with need and desire.

Amanda slid her mouth off; "Get on the bed, Hoffman." He obeyed and watched her go back over to the red box, selecting a condom. She put the condom on the bed and lifted her shirt off; Mark turned his attention to her…she had on a red bra that clasped in the front; Amanda unclasped it and her breasts fell free. Mark groaned, looking at her ample breasts…he wanted his mouth and tongue all over them.

She bent down briefly to undo her boots and take off her socks; Amanda came back up and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling down and stepping out of them. She turned around as she removed her matching red underwear; Mark smirked…the little tease was showing her fine tail in a thong to him. Amanda turned back around to reveal her shaved pubic region to him…he shook a bit…he had not had the privilege to see that on his past sex partners.

Amanda walked back over to the bed and took the condom package, opening it; she placed the condom on Mark and climbed on the bed. She straddled Mark and teased herself with his tip…he breathed deeply because her teasing was bringing him closer to a climax he did not want yet. Amanda must have sensed his thoughts because she then slowly lowered herself down on him.

Mark watched as Amanda slowly adjusted to him and then began to move her hips in a slow circle; he moaned…he had pegged Amanda for being "loose"…she wasn't and it was blowing his mind. She then started riding him, tilting her head back, moaning loudly. Mark gritted his teeth because her tightness was driving him mad…he was mentally kicking himself for not indulging in this a while ago.

He turned his attention to her bouncing chest…his mouth watered; "Amanda…please, let me suck them." She smirked and lowered her chest just above his face; Mark went at her breasts like a deprived animal, not even embarrassed by the loud sounds he was making with his mouth and tongue. Amanda never stopped riding him; she was enjoying the friction building as Mark hungrily attacked her breasts over and over again, leaving many marks…neither cared. Mark put his knees up with his feet planted on the bed; he thrusted up into his co-apprentice, who moaned loudly at the action; "Mmm, you like that?" Mark asked after he removed his mouth from her breasts.

"Yes." Amanda whimpered; Mark looked at her face…she had her eyes closed, undoubtedly concentrating on the friction building and his added movements. He smirked and lowered his right hand down to her buttocks, gently squeezing in time as she pushed into him. Amanda leaned back up and Mark moved his legs down some to get comfortable; she rode Mark hard, tilting her head back and moaning. He moved his right hand to her quite visible nub and started rubbing; "Come all over me, Mandy." Mark said breathlessly.

Amanda hit her orgasm; Mark watched his co-apprentice squirm as he felt wetness hit his pubic region…she had climaxed hard…Mark had never had anyone coat him in wetness like that. Amanda pulled off of him and removed the condom; he almost complained, but then she wrapped her hand around him, pumping up and down. Mark tilted his head back, his whole pubic region elevated slightly; "Keep going…don't stop." He choked out as he thrusted up in her hand.

Mark loudly moaned as he hit his climax, coating Amanda's hand. His pubic region fell back on the bed and he looked at Amanda's hand…he had never had an orgasm that hard as well. She grinned and reached over with her clean hand to get some tissues off of Mark's nightstand; Amanda cleaned off her hand and Mark also. She then reached and got his sleep pants and helped him put them on; "Let me check your ice bag…I need to get going." Amanda leaned up to check it; Mark turned towards her face and reached out to kiss her neck, but missed as she moved…his face turned red and Amanda turned to look at him; "Are you ok?"

Mark nodded; "Yeah, I'm good." He missed his chance and now it was gone…likely for good. Mark watched as she put her clothes back on; "See you tomorrow, Hoffman." Mark smiled weakly; "Bye." She smiled weakly as well as she closed his bedroom door. Mark lay on his back, second guessing his decision to switch the letter now. He had not expected any of this to happen…he wanted it to happen even more now.

Mark was not sure what John's letter had said to Amanda, so he could not rewrite it…for all he knew, John's letter could have said the same thing his letter did. Mark could just tear his letter up, and let the chips fall where they fall…make John tell Amanda instead of playing his stupid ass riddle games. He knew that Amanda had no idea that Dr. Denlon's husband was in the game, but Mark did…maybe he could put that in a letter to give her a heads up so she could make the right choice.

Mark decided to sleep on it; he could be just infatuated with the attention Amanda relished on him, and not her at all…he had time to fix the letter situation. 

Mark smiled and closed his eyes…for the first time in a long while, he felt at peace…peace that John never gave him…peace that killing Seth Baxter never gave him…peace that killing Amanda Young would never give him…ever.

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Mark Hoffman sat in his cop car, catching up on paperwork and occasionally looking at his speed radar. He had an hour until he was off duty, and he was looking forward to going home. It had been a long week.

Mark's ex-girlfriend had just recently moved out; he had caught her with another man…three years down the drain. He was going to take this weekend to "de-feminize" his apartment; he wanted no traces that Jessica had been in his life…he even gave their cat to a nice neighbor who had more time for the animal than him. Mark was glad he caught her now rather than when they got married; he had been looking at engagement rings and was planning to propose on Jessica's upcoming birthday…but life had other plans.

Mark put his paperwork away and was preparing to move to a different spot when he spotted a car that had run a stop sign; thankfully, no other cars were coming, but the driver just barreled right through it. Mark "hit the cherries" and went after the vehicle. The car pulled over near a gas station, which was smart to do honestly; Mark decided to forgo his police hat and got out of his cop car, setting himself in a prepared stance if needed.

Mark walked up to the car and the window was already rolled down; a young woman was driving; "I know what I did, sir, and I am sorry." Mark nodded; "Then this should be easy…license and registration, please." He glanced at the woman, who had spiked dark hair and what looked like a black denim dress on; "Ms. Young, I will be back in a few moments." The woman nodded and Mark took the information to run through the database.

Mark did not see anything out of the ordinary on her record, but he decided to write her a ticket anyway; she had seven days to pay or contest it. He got out of his cop car and walked back to the vehicle; he went to give the woman, named Amanda, back her information. He noticed that she had popped a couple of buttons on her dress… This is not the first time a woman tried to flirt or solicit sex to get out of a ticket, but Mark was smart enough not to take the bait.

"I am giving you a ticket for running the stop sign…you have seven days to pay or contest the ticket." He handed her back her information and needed a signature for the ticket; the young woman said nothing, but signed the ticket, handing it back to him. Mark held the paper; "Please be more cautious of your surroundings, Ms. Young… Have a good evening." He turned to walk away and he heard her say; "Bye, Officer Hoffman." He turned around and she waved at him; Mark waved in return and she drove off.

Mark went back to his cop car and began to file away the paperwork; he felt something on the back of the paper…it was a Post-it note. Mark opened it up and smirked; Amanda had put her phone number on the post-it. He pocketed it and finished with the paperwork; Mark decided that he would check to see if Amanda paid her ticket…once she paid, he would call her and let nature take its course.

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Mark went back to work on Monday; he had made good headway in ridding his apartment of anything that reminded him of his ex-girlfriend, so that was pleasing to him. He also spent a good deal of his spare time watching soccer and then had dinner with his sister on Sunday… Overall, it was a good weekend. Mark decided to check briefly to see if Amanda had paid her ticket; she had not yet, so he decided to check on Wednesday. He spent the next two days doing the usual paperwork and answering calls for minor infractions…Mark also decided to get serious about the gym again and began working out after work.

On Wednesday, Amanda paid her ticket; Mark decided to call her after he got back from the gym this evening…if she agreed to a date, it would have to wait until this weekend…if she wanted to just hook up, that was fine too; Mark had not been with anyone different in three years, so he was itching to "spread his wings" so to speak. He continued with his normal work routine and then went to the gym; Mark then went home, had a shower, and ate a quick dinner before getting out the post-it note.

Mark called the number, but it went to voicemail…he frowned a bit, but left his name and number, leaving it to fate. He unwound with a couple of beers and some Xbox; around 9 pm, his phone rang; it was Amanda;

"Hey, sorry…I was working."

"That's ok." Mark replied…"I got your post-it note last Friday, so I'm just calling…seeing what you were up to."

"Not much…just working…I paid for my ticket."

"I know," Mark replied.

"So, does that mean it is safe to see each other?"

Mark grinned; "Yes."

Amanda was quiet for a moment; "You want to get together Friday night?"

"Sure…you can make the plans…I am up for anything." Mark said, playing it cool.

"Ok…let's do Chinese for dinner and go to Adam's Bar afterwards…how does 8 pm sound?"

Mark was off work at 6 pm, so that worked out fine; "I'm there…where do you want to meet?"

"Umm, meet me at the Gordon Associates M.D. Building; I work there as a desk clerk and my apartment is within walking distance…I will be waiting by the small fountain out front."

Mark wrote down the information; "Ok…see you Friday then."

"Ok…see you soon."

Mark hung up the phone; he was low-key excited about his upcoming date.

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Friday rolled around and Mark was getting cat hair off of his black jeans and black shirt; he missed the little bastard known as Buster, but he reminded Mark too much of Jessica…his neighbor had a daughter, so he knew Buster would be much happier with that than with him…but he missed him. Satisfied with the cat hair removal, Mark put the clothes on…he had only been going to the gym for a week, but he was down five pounds already, and it made a difference.

Mark checked his wallet to make sure he had all the important things he needed; he was not going to drive because he figured he would drink at the bar, and he needed to maintain a clean driving record. He was going to take a city bus to the medical building; he and Amanda would then catch a cab to the Chinese Restaurant and to Adam's Bar. Everything in check, Mark turned off the lights in his apartment and went out the door, locking it behind him.

Mark headed to the bus stop that was near his apartment; five minutes later; he was heading to the medical building.

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Mark exited the city bus and saw Amanda sitting at the fountain, smoking a cigarette and fiddling with her phone. He walked closer and she smiled and stood up; Amanda had on on long, sleeveless black dress that looked like a slip…she also had on combat boots and fishnet stockings; her hair looked spiked like it did the night Mark pulled her over…her make-up was a bit dark, but it looked nice on her…black jewelry accented everything she had on; "Hey Mark; how's it going?"

Mark smiled; "Pretty good…I decided to take a bus to get here…I figure we can take a cab to other places…what Chinese restaurant are you wanting to go to?" Amanda smiled; "It's called the Magic Wok…a buffet…it's just a couple of blocks down, so we can walk it." Mark nodded; "Ok, let's go." They started walking and Amanda held out her pack of cigarettes to Mark, who took the pack; "Camel Beach Breezer?…is that the flavored cigarettes?" Amanda nodded; "Try one…I think you like it."

Mark pulled one out and gave her the pack back; he lit and inhaled as they walked; "Wow…these are better than I thought they would be." Mark tried not to smoke much, but these would make it easy to want to smoke like a freight train. Amanda giggled; "Told you…here's the restaurant."

They walked in and were seated immediately; it was a typical Chinese buffet, but it had a lot of variety…Mark and Amanda for their first courses and sat back down at their table…the waitress brought them their drinks and left the table; "It's been almost three years since I had Chinese food." Mark said, digging into some lo mein noodles. Amanda ate her egg roll; "Why is that?"

Mark debated telling her about Jessica, but decided to anyway; "My ex-girlfriend hated it, so we never went…she was also a vegetarian…so…yeah." Amanda smirked; "Take it you had to hide to eat meat?" He smirked back; "I made sure to get my fill for breakfast and lunch." Amanda laughed and they continued to eat.

"How long have you worked for the Gordon building?" Mark asked, switching to some orange shrimp. Amanda blew on her egg drop soup before answering; "About three years…I went to business school right out of high school and got my degree…I did temp jobs until I got hired there." Mark nodded; "Do you see Dr. Gordon much? He sometimes comes in at our station to help us with medical files or questions we may have." Amanda shook her head in affirmation; "Yes…he runs a tight ship for sure…umm, his boyfriend, Adam, is the owner of the bar we are going to tonight."

Mark was a little shocked by that; "Last I heard, Gordon was married." Amanda looked around before she spoke; "Adam was a caregiver for a man named John Kramer, who had cancer…he would come in with John during appointments so that he could understand the man's medical plan…John eventually passed away, but Adam and Dr. Gordon never stopped talking with each other…I am not sure if they had an affair, but Lawrence left his wife for Adam…he helped him purchase the bar we are going to tonight…it is a pretty popular bar."

Mark was quiet for a moment; "I would have never thought Gordon would go for a man…I know that he was having an affair with one of our file clerks, who was a woman." Amanda smirked; "He had a lot of affairs with women, but Adam was the one who finally made him leave his wife…and I believe Gordon is completely faithful to Adam." Mark smirked back; "Whatever makes you happy I guess."

They continued with their meal; "How long have you been a cop?" Amanda asked as she ate some sugar donuts for dessert. Mark scooted around his chocolate pudding and fruit; "Twelve years…I went to the Academy when I graduated high school…I did "small town" duty until I got hired on at the precinct here." Amanda nodded; "What made you want to be a cop?" Mark answered without a doubt; "My older sister dated a man named Seth, who used to beat her…I caught him beating her one night and I fought him; I held him down until the police got there…the police mentioned I should try to be a cop, so I did."

Amanda was enthralled by the story; "What happened to Seth?" Mark straightened his shoulders before speaking; "He never came around my sister again because she moved out to another state with friends because she was scared he would find her…Seth got killed by the father of another woman he beat…the father got a minimum sentence of a year plus probation…Angie; my sister; moved back home after he was killed…she felt safe again."

Amanda smiled; "I'm glad your sister is ok." Mark smiled back; "Yeah, me too…you ready to go?" Amanda nodded and they got up; Mark paid the bill and they hailed a cab…it was time to go to Adam's Bar.

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Amanda paid the fare and they exited the cab; Mark paid their cover charge of 10 bucks and they went inside Adam's Bar. The bar had three levels; the bottom floor was a regular bar, the second floor was a dance bar, and the top floor had an assortment of arcade games, bowling; and pool; True to what Amanda said, the place was very popular. They made their way to the bar, where the bartender named Scott was working; "What can I get you two?" Amanda gave her order first; "Miller High Life and three shots of Jack." Scott turned to Mark; "Umm, the same, please."

"You like Boilermakers?" Mark asked as Scott brought their beers and shots of Jack. Amanda nodded; "My favorite." Mark grinned; all Jessica drank was wine coolers and fruity drinks, so this was different; "Ready to take the first shot?" Amanda asked. Mark grinned and held his shot glass; "Bottoms up." They drank their shots and chased them with a swig of beer. Amanda tapped Mark on the shoulder and quietly pointed; Dr. Lawrence Gordon was at the end of the bar talking to a smaller man with unruly hair; "That's Adam."

Mark looked at the two men; "Quite an age difference there." Mark guessed there was at least a 15 to 20-year age gap there…however, Lawrence looked quite happy chatting with the younger man, who looked equally happy. They looked back down at their drinks so as not to draw attention; "Ready for the second shot?" Mark asked. Amanda held her shot glass up and they drank and chased again; "You wanna do the next round on the third floor? I want to play some games." Amanda asked. Mark nodded; "I'm in."

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They went to the third floor and ordered their boilermakers, making their way over to a dart board; "You start." Amanda said, opening her beer. Mark played his turn; he did ok, but did not net a bullseye. Amanda stood up to play while Mark sat down to drink his beer. Her turn was fine as well, but no bullseye. Amanda turned to sit down, but she saw a woman staring intently at both of them; "We got a bitch staring a hole through us." Mark turned to look and the woman hid her face real quick; he knew who it was; "Ah, that is my ex, Jessica…we broke up recently…caught her cheating after three years of dating." Amanda nodded; "She's crazy?"

Mark shrugged; "I don't think so." Amanda nodded again; "We can finish our drinks real quick and head to one of the other bars if you want." Mark shook his head; "You wanted to play games…so we are playing…f—k her." Amanda smiled and Mark stood up to take his turn. After they finished darts, they shot a game of pool, and played some air hockey…they had another round of drinks before they headed to the dance floor.

Mark was not keen on the dance floor, but he was feeling pretty good with the alcohol in his system, so he might not mind much. He excused himself to go to the restroom while Amanda finished her last shot and last drink of beer. Mark quickly did his business and exited the restroom, running right into Jessica; "You moved on quick, Hoffman." She said, sneering at him. Mark looked at her; "You cheated on me, we broke up, I can date whoever I want…excuse me."

He went to leave, but Jessica pushed him back to the wall; "Give me another chance, baby…I made a mistake and I am sorry." Mark smirked at her; "You little boy toy cut you loose, huh?" Jessica smirked back; "No…I just realized I made a bad decision." Mark rolled his eyes; "Screw you…get away from me." Jessica pushed him back again and Mark watched as her head was pulled back by her hair; "I think he said to get away from him, bitch." Mark grinned; Amanda had a tight grip on Jessica's hair…Jessica tried to remain tough; "I will kick your ass, little whore:"

Amanda let go of Jessica's hair; "You're free…come kick my ass." Jessica turned to hit Amanda, but she quickly grabbed the other woman's arm and twisted it behind her back; "Ow, you stupid bitch…let go!!" Jessica said, trying not to look scared. Amanda tightened her grip and Jessica started having tears come out of her eyes; "Mark…do you want her back?" Mark smirked; "Hell no." Amanda smirked as well; "You understand what he is saying, right…little cheating slut."

Jessica nodded and Amanda let go; "Get away from us…now." Jessica took one last look at Mark and left the restroom area. Mark smiled; "Thanks…I would never lay my hands on a woman." Amanda grinned; "I know…let's go dance."

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Mark and Amanda went to the second floor, which had a sizable dance floor and a bar; they decided for their last drinks of the night to do three tequila shots a piece; "We need salt and limes, please." Amanda said to the bartender. The bartender nodded and set down the six shots, a salt shaker, and a few limes. Amanda smiled; "You to first." Mark went to put the salt on the back of his when, but Amanda stopped him; "You lick the salt and bite the lime off the other person." Mark never heard of it that way, but he was game.

He watched as Amanda put the salt on the back of her hand and held the lime in her mouth; Mark smirked and took the shot; he licked the salt off the back of her hand and bit the lime that she was holding in her mouth, his lips grazing hers. Mark then prepared the salt and lime the same way as Amanda took her shot; she slowly licked the salt off his hand and bit into the lime, lightly licking his bottom lip as she pulled away.

Mark took a breath as he watched her apply the salt to the side of her neck with her hand and put the lime in her mouth; he took the shot, then slowly licked the salt off her neck before biting the lime, making sure their lips connected this time. Mark pulled away as Amanda prepared her shot; he copied the salt on the neck and put the lime in his mouth. Amanda took the shot and slowly licked the side of his neck, lightly sucking on it before she bit into the lime with their lips connecting. "Final shot," Mark said, watching intently.

Amanda smirked and applied some salt to the middle of her chest before putting the lime in her mouth; Mark quickly took his shot, but took his time lapping up the salt that was on her chest…when he reached the lime, he ran his tongue around her lips before biting the lime. Mark took the salt shaker and unbuttoned a few buttons on the top of his black shirt; he applied a liberal amount of salt to his exposed skin before fixing the lime in his mouth. Amanda grinned and moved in to lick the salt off his chest, even sneakily flicking one of his nipples with her tongue; she moved up to Mark's mouth and covered his whole mouth with hers, both tonguing the lime and each other…when Amanda pulled away, the lime was in her mouth now; she took it out of her mouth; "Let's go dance."

They hit the dance floor, but were unashamedly grinding on each other, Amanda's back to Mark's front…occasionally, Mark would plant soft kisses down the side of her neck, while she secretly reached her hand back to grope his hardened front; "Let's go back to my apartment." Amanda said. Mark nodded and went to the bar to pay their tab, while Amanda called a cab to pick them up.

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They barely made it through the door before Amanda pounced on Mark, pushing him against the nearest wall, kissing him and rubbing hard against his body; "I want you, now…" Amanda said between kisses. Mark grinned; "Let's go then." Amanda pulled away for a moment, and put her hand on his lips; "Ummm, I do want you to know there is something "kinky" I like to do in the bedroom…if you don't want to do it, that is fine."

Mark was intrigued; "I'm all ears." Amanda smiles; "I'll show you."

They went to Amanda's bedroom and she turned on the light; Mark saw what looked like a rear projection TV and a camera; "Do you like to film yourself?" Mark asked, getting a bit nervous…he did not want a possible sex tape getting out that featured him. Amanda shook her head; "There is no tape in it…you can check for yourself…you can also check my whole bedroom if you like…I just like to watch myself and my partner during sex."

"Sorta like mirror sex, yeah?" Mark said, walking over to check to see if there was a tape in it…there was not. Amanda nodded: "It is entirely up to you if you want to do this…I am ok without it." Mark was quiet for a minute and surveyed the room; he saw nothing that looked like additional cameras…"Sure…let's do it." He was feeling adventurous tonight and he wanted to "spread his wings."

Amanda grinned: "Let's get naked first, then I'll turn it on. Mark nodded and she walked over to him; she started unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders; "You are so f—king hot." Amanda said, running her hands over his chest. He smirked as she moved her hands to undo his pants; Mark kicked off his shoes as she lowered his pants down; he stepped out of them and she helped remove his socks. Amanda lifted her hands to pull his boxers down; "Shit." She said, looking at his "more than average" member. He smirked again and stepped out of his boxers.

"My turn," Mark said, huskily. He reached Amanda's waist and pulled her slip dress off; she had on a strapless black bra…he could see one of her nipples peaking out. Mark trailed his eyes to her black thong underwear and garters that were holding up the fishnet stockings: he lowered down and undid her combat boots, removing them. Mark then moved his hands to unsnap the garters, lowering her fishnet stockings down as he did so. Amanda groaned as Mark removed her thong…he could already smell her arousal.

"Get on the bed, Mark," Amanda said, as she took her strapless bra off. He got on the bed while Amanda went over and turned the camera on; Mark grinned and waved at the camera, watching his image wave back. She got on the bed; "Come to the middle with me." He moved out and they faced each other on their knees; Amanda reached and kissed Mark passionately; he glanced occasionally at the TV, watching their mirror images kiss…he had to admit, it was a bit of a turn on. They broke the kiss; "Lie on your back, head near the bottom of the bed"; Amanda said.

Mark did as she asked and he smirked; Amanda had a mirror behind the bed so that the TV could be seen in reverse; 'She definitely has a kink' Mark thought as he leaned down to kiss him again; "Can I sit on your face?" Amanda asked. Mark grinned; "Yes." She positioned herself and slowly lowered down; Mark wasted no time working his lips and tongue…he would take turns looking at Amanda on top of him and her image on the TV through the mirror; "Mark…OH, this is so good!!" Amanda said, squirming. He smirked against her and concentrated on getting her off: Amanda screamed out and Mark's face felt warm and wet.

Amanda dismounted and kissed him, running her tongue along his face; he groaned as she had them switch places; "Lie back against the headboard." Mark moved back and got where he could see the TV from a good point; Amanda sprawled on her stomach; "You ready?" Mark nodded and she took him as deep as she could go; he stared at the TV…Mark had watched himself in mirrors before, but there was something different about this…it was almost like he wasn't watching himself if that made any sense…the person on the screen was uninhabited…something Mark was not much in real life; he could understand why Amanda like to do this.

Amanda went even deeper and Mark watched his mirror image moan loudly; Amanda would alternate between looking at him and the mirror above…he glanced up and she had a good view of watching her actions in the actual mirror as opposed to the TV; "Baby, if you want more, we need to slow down." Mark said…her last action had spiked his arousal tenfold. She removed him from her mouth and reached up to kiss again; "You have a condom? I have some if you do not." Mark grinned; "Mine is in my wallet." She grinned back; "We'll just use mine…lay back down at the bottom of the bed."

Mark adjusted himself as Amanda walked over to her dresser to get a condom; she came back over and handed Mark the condom; "I want to be top first." Mark nodded…Jessica was never this vocal about what she wanted from him; he figured it was because she was getting it from someone else…Mark smirked as he thought about her boy toy kicking her to the curb…served the bitch right.

Amanda got on top of Mark; she slowly eased down on him; "Wow…it is going to take me a few moments..woo." Mark grinned; "Take your time, baby." A few moments passed and Amanda started riding him; Mark looked at the mirror and he could see the action reflected from the TV; "You're so damn sexy, baby." He said, enthralled by watching them on screen. Amanda smirked; "You like my little kink?" He smirked back; "It is very interesting, I will say." She smiled and tilted her head back, going faster.

After a bit, she and Mark switched to him being on top; looking at himself live on the TV doing this had awoken something in him…this may be something he would want to do in his own sex life; Amanda moaned; "Harder, baby." Mark obliged and stared at the TV before looking down at Amanda; "I wanna get behind you." She smirked; "Thought you would never ask." They quickly fixed their positions, both of them now looking at the TV; "You're a damn star, baby." Mark said as he started his relentless pace.

Amanda groaned, pushing back against him; "My co-star is not too bad either." Mark grinned and smacked her rear; "Mmm, you like that?" Amanda moaned loudly; "Yes!!" He smirked; "Keep looking at the TV, baby." He smacked her rear several times, both of them getting turned on more and more by their TV counterparts; "I'm getting close, Mark." He nodded; "Me too…I want to change positions one more time." Amanda nodded and Mark moved to sit on the bed; he pulled her back toward him, holding her up slightly; "You watching, baby?"

Amanda whimpered; "Yes." He slowly lowered her down on him, the TV getting the full view; "OH!!" Amanda said as she hit bottom…Mark grinned and caught her in a kiss; "Bounce on me, baby." She obliged, both of them moaning loudly and staring at the TV; "Play with yourself, baby…I wanna watch." Mark said breathlessly…Amanda had completely sold him on this practice. She groaned and she rubbed her fingers roughly against her core; "Mmm, my little superstar getting herself off." His words pushed Amanda over the edge and she climaxed hard, neither one taking their eyes off the screen.

She tightened up hard against Mark, who followed soon after with his climax, his TV image looking greatly satisfied; "Damn, baby…that was fun." Amanda grinned and turned to kiss him passionately yet again; "You wanna stay the night?" Mark nodded; "I do, yes." She smiled; "Breakfast at Denny's and back here for more "TV"?"

Mark smiled and kissed her hard; "We gotta come up with a new "show" though…no repeats." Amanda laughed at his obvious TV jokes; "I may have a couple of other "interests" that may do the trick."

Mark grinned…he couldn't wait to find out.

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"You know, if you knew how to unsnap a bra, you would not have this issue right now." Mark teased, sitting in the motel chair. "Shut the hell up, Mark." Pete said as he worked to get Amanda's bra free; "I'm starting to lose interest here, Strahm." Amanda said, sitting in the middle of the bed with the FBI agent.

"You can shut up too." Pete said, finally getting the bra loose; "Ok, let's see what you are working with, Young…wow!" Pete said after discarding her bra on the floor. Amanda chuckled; "Like what you see?" Pete smirked; "Yep." He gently grabbed her breasts, massaging them; Amanda groaned appreciatively and tilted her head back. They continued for a bit until a voice interrupted them;

"You gonna do anything else? Because I am pretty sure I can get Amanda to react the same way and then some, Pete." Mark said, goading the FBI agent on. Pete rolled his eyes and descended his mouth on Amanda's ample chest; "That's more like it." Mark said, taking on what Pete was doing to Amanda; he studied Pete's tongue and lip movements that were causing his co-apprentice to moan loudly; "You liking what Pete is doing, Mandy?" Amanda nodded; "Yes." She said softly. Mark grinned…who knew that a few drinks with the FBI agent would have led to this?

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Pete had called Mark to meet him in the motel bar he was staying at: Mark begrudgingly went…the man was hovering close to figuring out who Jigsaw was; Mark needed to make sure that Pete did not figure out it was John Kramer…the old man would rollover on him and Amanda in a heartbeat if he was caught. Amanda believed it much less than Mark that John would do such a thing…Mark had been on the police force for nearly 15 years and he knew what desperate people would do.

Mark walked into the bar, and he nearly passed out when he saw Amanda sitting next to Pete: what the hell was going on? Mark calmed himself and went to sit at the table the two were at; "How's it going Hoffman…want me to buy you a round?" He played it cool; "Sure, Pete…Miller High Life and four shots of Jack." Pete grinned and got up. As soon as he left, he quietly asked Amanda; "What the f—k is going on?" Amanda shrugged; "I don't know…he came to my apartment and asked me to come here…that is all I know, I swear. He bought me food and two Long Island Iced Teas."

Mark looked at the mason jars that sat on the table; "Don't get too drunk…you might say something incriminating." Amanda rolled her eyes; "He's coming back." Pete came back with Mark's drinks plus three more Long Island Iced Teas; "You sold me on the teas, Amanda…so I am going to try one." Pete dispersed the drinks and the three drank in silence for a bit until Pete spoke; "John Kramer is Jigsaw and I know you two are helping him." Amanda started choking on her drink and Pete reached over to pat her on the back…Mark, meanwhile, held the shot glass up to his mouth, but did not drink; "What makes you think that?"

Pete rubbed Amanda's back and Mark watched as Amanda leaned in to the touch…he felt like he was in the Twilight Zone; "Another associate of Jigsaw confessed that he was the doctor who was helping John with surgeries for the games…he gave me names of other people working with John, where the warehouse is…everything." Mark finally took the shot of Jack and chased it with the beer; "What if the associate is lying?"

Pete continued to rub Amanda's back as she started drinking the Long Island again; "Mark…it's over…I know about Seth Baxter and John's blackmail involving you…I know Amanda has been brainwashed into helping John." Amanda took offense to that and moved away from his touch, moving closer to Mark, who grinned and started rubbing her back in "retaliation". Pete smirked; "I have a deal for both of you…you must agree to help me."

Mark rolled his eyes; "Let's hear it then." Amanda continued to sip her Long Island, feeling the effects; she started leaning on Mark's shoulder, but he slightly pushed her; "Pay attention, dammit." Amanda got offended again and moved back to Pete, who gladly let her rest her head on his shoulder…Pete smirked and Mark stared…it was like Pete was trying to outdo him concerning Amanda, who was getting drunker; "I want you to tell me everything you know about John's next "game"…we want to catch him in the act of doing it…you two help me, you get immunity…you get to keep your job, Mark and no will know about Seth Baxter…Amanda will also not face any charges because, and I am sorry to say this sweetie, he used your drug addiction against you for your help."

Amanda smiled; "Thanks for not calling me brainwashed this time." Pete grinned and Amanda started on her next Long Island. Mark sighed; "You better not be double-crossing us, Strahm." Pete smiled; "I'm not…John Kramer is a manipulative piece of garbage that preys on people who have problems and sorrow in life…scaring the hell out of the person and maiming them is not making one "appreciate their life"…that is all bullshit…just scare tactics from an old man who hates the cards life dealt him." Mark nodded; it was a true assessment of John Kramer…Mark knew who the doctor was that helped John…another person he manipulated into doing his dirty work…the doctor apparently could not stand the guilt anymore in his role of helping the serial killer and wanted out, even if it meant throwing him and Amanda under the bus…they needed to get out also.

Mark and Amanda agreed to help Pete and he ordered an additional three rounds of alcohol; all three were drunk, Amanda being the worst out of the three; "You're cute, Hoffman…when you're not being an asshole." She slurred, sitting on Pete's lap. Mark smirked; "You're kinda cute when you're not talking, Young." Pete grinned; "How about you two kiss and make up…stop the fighting." Amanda laughed and nearly fell off Pete's lap; "He ain't got the gonads to kiss me, Strahm." Mark doesn't know what got into him…boilermakers by the dozen…but he leaned over and kissed Amanda while she sat in Pete's lap; he went to pull away, but she pulled him into another kiss…a deeper one this time.

The kiss broke and Pete laughed at their expense, only for Amanda to kiss him just as deeply as she did Mark…Mark smirked; "I think we got us a party girl, Pete." Pete and Amanda's kiss broke; "You two are so damn hot, I want you both." Amanda said. Pete looked at Mark, who shrugged…all three of them were drunk and out of character…they were also celebrating a hopeful new victory in their life…why not have a little unusual fun? "We can go to my room for a while if you two want to," Pete said, not putting any pressure on the two.

Mark looked at Amanda; "I know you are feeling super good Mandy, but is this something you will regret in the morning? I don't want you, or any of us, to regret this." Amanda smiled at Mark and gave him a soft kiss; "I'd be a liar if I said I haven't thought of you in that way before…this one behind me…he's just cute and he is coming along for the ride." Mark smirked; "Ok…let's go." Pete paid the tab and they went to his room.

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When the three got to Pete's room, they decided to take it slow with both men taking a turn with Amanda…if things progressed, well…they would progress; "It's your room, you can go first, Pete, …I don't mind." Mark said, pulling up a chair. Pete started laughing; "How fitting…you in a cuck chair." Mark smirked; "Oh yeah?…we will see how much of a cuck I am when it's my turn."

Mark was brought back into the present as Amanda pulled Pete's shirt off after he let loose of her breasts; the FBI agent was a bit on the smaller side; but still, muscular; "What are you gonna do with him, Mandy?" Mark asked, genuinely curious. He watched his co-apprentice grin as she undid Pete's pants, pulling them off him. Pete swallowed as she removed his boxers, leaving him naked in front of Mark; "Not bad, Strahm." The Detective said, waiting to see what Amanda was going to do.

He got his answer when he saw his co-apprentice go down on the FBI agent; Pete moaned out loud; "She's a peach, Mark." Mark grinned as he watched the two intently…Amanda was quite skilled, to say the least. Pete moaned and squirmed on the bed as she continued, occasionally looking at Mark, who held a soft grin; "She's good, Pete?" The FBI agent nodded; "Very…but I think I wanna have some fun with her now."

The Detective watched as Pete removed Amanda's shorts and underwear, his co-apprentice now completely nude in front of her two companions; Amanda had a nice balance of thin and curvy…despite some scarring, her skin was quite smooth and she was neatly trimmed…Mark could smell a mix of Sweet Honesty perfume, Skin So Soft lotion, strawberry shampoo, and her scent. Pete turned Amanda so that she was on her back, looking upside down at Mark…it also gave Mark a good view of the actions Pete would perform on her.

Amanda moaned loudly as Pete applied his lips and tongue to her core; Mark watched Pete…he could tell that the FBI agent was calculating about everything he was doing to his co-apprentice. Mark smirked and looked down at Amanda, whose face held a blissful pleasure; he leaned over and gave her an upside-down kiss, which she greedily accepted, devouring his tongue; "Having fun, Mandy?" Mark asked after breaking their kiss. Amanda nodded, smiling as she did so. Mark grinned again; "All over his face, baby." He said, sitting back down in the chair.

Mark's request was fulfilled moments later when his co-apprentice moaned loudly, grabbing Pete's head, holding him as she climaxed; "How was it, Pete?" He asked. Amanda released he hold on Pete, who looked flushed and wet; "Damn good…you're gonna love it, Hoffman." The Detective smirked and prepared for his turn.

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Mark gave Amanda some time to recover before he settled on the bed with her; Pete had put his sleep bottoms on and sat down in the chair. Mark smiled at his co-apprentice and removed his shirt…Pete Wolf whistled at him; "Damn, Hoffman…you on some roids or something?" Mark smirked; "I think you will see shortly that I am not on roids, Strahm." The FBI agent smirked back and watched the two Jigsaw apprentices kiss each other…Pete had never seen two people at each other's throats as much as Mark and Amanda, but they could not hide that they had a sexual chemistry with each other; he saw it at the bar before they did.

Mark broke the kiss and licked his way down to Amanda's chest; he had studied what Pete had done when it was his turn…Mark's goal was to outdo him in every aspect; he emphasized more on the sucking, which drove his co-apprentice wild. Pete picked up real quick what Mark was up to; "Trying to outdo me, Detective?" Mark pulled away briefly; "Yep." Pete smirked; he would expect nothing different from Mark Hoffman.

Mark pulled away and lay on his back, looking at Pete upside down now; he motioned for Amanda to move closer to him…Mark lifted her and put her directly on his face, looking at Pete. Mark immediately went to work on his co-apprentice, making her moan and shake…she even grabbed his hair tightly a couple of times. Pete smirked; "Liking it, Hoffman?" Mark moaned in agreement…"What about you, Mandy?" She tilted her head back; "Yes…I like it:"

Pete grinned and stood up, applying his lips to Amanda's exposed neck…he bit down softly and started sucking. Her arousal went through the roof and Mark grabbed her thighs to keep her grounded. Amanda screamed and flooded Mark's face and chest; Pete looked down; "Damn, baby." He was a bit jealous, to be honest. Amanda collapsed against Pete and he carefully moved her off Mark, laying her next to him…she needed to rest for a moment.

Pete looked down at a grinning Mark, who looked very pleased with himself; "Enjoying yourself, Strahm?" Pete grinned back and leaned down, kissing Mark softly on the lips; the FBI agent went to pull away, but Mark pulled him back down for another kiss; "That is as far as I want to go with you for right now, Pete." Pete grinned and nodded, understanding Mark's words…the kiss was nice. Strahm could tell that Hoffman was forming feelings for Amanda as well…hell, Pete was feeling something for her too…he wouldn't mind being with both of them…but things were still complicated right now and tonight was about fun.

"Have you recovered, Young?" Mark asked, softly trailing his nails down her back; Amanda turned to him…"Yes…how do we want to finish the night?" Pete took charge; "I think you and Mark should bang…I am fine with some lip time." Pete pushed it because he felt what was happening with Mark and Amanda needed to finish…if there was another time, he would take his turn then…if not, at least he had some satisfaction tonight.

Mark nodded, understanding what Pete was trying to do; "I am fine with that…what about you, Mandy?" Amanda smiled; "As long as I have Pete in the morning." Pete blushed…I guess they were staying the night; "I can do that." Mark smirked; "We buy Pete breakfast afterward." Pete blushed again; he was staying in a motel that was "out of the way", so he did not have to worry about being seen with Jigsaw's future former apprentices in the morning.

Amanda got up on all fours, while Mark took his pants and boxers off, getting a condom out of his wallet in the process; Pete sat back in the chair, grinning; "Yeah, you are not on roids, Mark." The Detective smirked, walking over to speak in Pete's ear; "Maybe one day soon, you will find out how good it feels." Pete shivered as Mark licked his earlobe and headed to the bed where Amanda was; "Do I get to watch when it happens?" She asked, smirking at both of them. Pete smirked back and leaned forward to kiss her; "You will have a front row seat, baby."

Mark positioned himself behind Amanda; "Ready, Young?" Amanda grinned; "Hell yes." Mark obliged and Amanda threw he head back, moaning; "Holy Shit!!" Mark smirked; "Ok, baby?" She was quiet for a moment before answering; "I'm now." Her co-apprentice set a steady pace…it felt wonderful; "Mmm, you gonna love how good this feels Pete…got us a perfect party girl right here." Pete groaned at Mark's words…he was now kicking himself for not banging Amanda himself…but, he could wait until the morning…right now, he wanted to get some more lip action from their party girl.

Pete stood up and pulled his sleep pants off, positioning himself in front of Amanda; "You ready, party girl?" She smiled up at him and nodded; Pete threw his head back similar to how she did…everything was so intense. Pete was not a prude…he had several girlfriends and had done some experimenting with men…he had no idea if Mark and Amanda had done something like this with past partners…if he had to guess, Amanda probably had because she seems so uninhabited. On the other hand, Pete would have never thought Mark would even consider sleeping with a man…maybe he was just as uninhabited as Amanda and that is why they had chemistry.

Pete wasn't sure where he stood in this…whatever you want to call it; however, his mind was clear…Pete wanted to be with both of them. He dropped his head and locked eyes with Mark, who smiled; "You liking this Pete?" Pete nodded, his climax building; "Yes…I do." Mark smiled again; "Good." Pete threw his head back again and climaxed…Amanda never missed a beat. Pete fell back into the chair, looking at his two companions…or lovers; "You getting there, Mark?"

Mark huffed; "Yes…baby feels so good, I don't wanna stop." Amanda turned her head to look at Mark; "You can have me whenever you want me, Detective." Mark smiled and let go, climaxing hard, falling back on the bed. She turned back to Pete; "The offer extends to you as well, Agent Strahm." Pete smiled; "Tonight was incredible." Amanda nodded in agreement as she lay on her stomach, tired. Mark looked at Pete; "Think we need to get to bed, Strahm." He nodded…it was late.

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The three lay in bed; Amanda in the middle with Mark's shirt on for PJs, Pete on her left in his sleep pants, and Mark on her right in his boxers, his big arm thrown protectively over the other two. Tomorrow, Pete would discuss his plan for ending the Jigsaw legacy once and for all…what happened after that…well, it was important to take one day at a time. Mark looked over at his two sleeping partners…for the first time in a long while, he was happy…he felt the way he did when his sister was still alive. Mark smiled, kissing Amanda's forehead and squeezing Pete's hand that was laced with his…this was all he ever needed…forever.

Amanda felt Mark's lips graze her forehead and she smiled, snuggling in closer to him and rubbing Pete's hand that was on hers next to her waist…for the first time in a long while, she felt safe…she had two strong men taking care of her…her deadbeat Dad, her loser boyfriends, and even John never made her feel this way…she felt at peace finally…this was all she ever needed…forever.

Pete smiled as he felt his two lovers' hands grope his in affection; Pete never allowed anyone to get close to him, which is why he never married and why he had so many failed relationships…but, tonight, he allowed two unlikely people to see him in a raw, intimate manner…he felt affection, which was something he was lacking in his life for a long time…now, he had felt it and wanted it…this was all he ever needed…forever.

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Mark Hoffman slowly woke up. He wasn't sure what happened after he exited the packing plant. All he was concerned about was destroying everything that was Jigsaw and getting the hell out of Dodge. Things had totally gotten out of control, and he had no one to blame but himself now. He could faintly remember three hooded figures, the middle one shorter than the two that flanked them, and then a sting like a needle.

As his eyes focused in, he saw one of the hooded figures in front of him…Mark's eyes looked wildly around and he realized that he was in the warehouse basement… his leg felt heavy. He looked down and saw a chain around his foot…and a saw…Mark went to grab it but the figure pulled it quickly away with their foot and tossed it outside the basement door… The two other figures were standing by the door…keeping guard.

Mark tried to get up to attack the figure, but they wisely moved away…something about the way the figure stood looked familiar; "What the hell is going on?… Why am I here?" The figure continued to look at Mark, and it was starting to unnerve him; "Who are you?… Dammit, answer me." The figure chuckled and he recognized it…it couldn't be…"Amanda?"

The figure removed their hood and it was her…his long-time dead co-apprentice…a death Mark helped put into motion. Mark slapped his face to see if he was dreaming, but he wasn't; "You're gonna hurt yourself, Detective." Mark snarled; "You're dead, bitch…I made sure of that." Amanda stepped forward…she looked different; healthier…stronger…confident; her brown hair was still long, but it was placed in a perfect ponytail…her more "filled in" face was made up…Amanda looked like a model if Mark was being honest; "Are you sure I was dead when you saw me at the morgue…or was it all pretend?"

Mark shook his head; "I know what I saw…you were dead on the slab." Amanda chuckled again…it sounded so dark to Mark; "I was rescued by another associate of John's…nursed me back to health…what you saw in the morgue was staged by me and the associate…we have been following you carefully and quietly…you made a mess of things, Detective." Mark sneered; "How…by spreading John's message?" Amanda smirked; "You know what you did at the police station…you killed people to cover your ass."

Mark smirked back; "Please…you made inescapable traps and you would have killed people just the same if the walls were closing in." Amanda crossed her arms; "My sin was the trap building, yes…But I don't think I would have slaughtered innocent people to hide a secret…you got careless and that is your fault." Mark's smirk dropped slightly; it was true…he killed men and women who had thought of him as their "brother in arms" …he killed several innocent people who would have never landed in a Jigsaw trap.

"I think I hit a nerve there, Detective," Amanda said, looking at him. Mark returned to the defense; "I did what I had to do to keep John's legacy going." Amanda scoffed; "Yes, by burning everything John built to the ground to protect yourself…even Jill." Mark hit the wall hard with his hand; "That bitch mutilated my face, so I mutilated hers in return…I was just smarter than her about getting out." Amanda tutted; "And that is why you are here…you are a rabid dog that needs to be put down…But, I think I am going to keep you alive for a bit longer…see if you can see the error of your ways."

Mark sneered again; "Like you saw the error of your ways, bitch." Amanda smirked; "My confession to Jill about Gideon is why the bear trap was brought to you in the first place, Detective…I took John's secret savings account and gave it all to the family who adopted the Denlons' daughter…Daniel is now repairing his relationship with his mother because Eric is gone and to not bother them anymore…I am trying hard to correct my errors…I hope you can too."

Mark smirked; "You are so full of shit, Young…leave me the f—k alone." He sat down on the floor. Amanda smirked; "You will be alone, Mark…get used to it." She turned and went to the sliding door; "Game over, Detective." Amanda slammed the door shut, putting him in complete darkness. Mark sighed; he needed to figure out a way to get out of here…he would make sure that Amanda and her little crew were ashes before he left for good.

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Mark had been in the basement bathroom for three weeks now; a hooded figure would bring him a loaf of bread and a gallon jug of water…Mark soon learned that he needed to conserve what food was given because it was expected to last him for the ENTIRE week…he nearly starved the first week. He was still thinking of ways of getting out of here…Mark had plenty of time to himself now. Occasionally, he would hear Amanda's voice outside the door, talking to the two other hooded associates, giving work orders to complete. Then, they would leave…Mark was starting to miss human contact.

On week four, Amanda brought Mark his weekly food; in the dim light, he could see Amanda was wearing a pair of camo style cargo pants, her combat boots, and a tied off blank tank top; Mark also saw that she had developed muscles, like she had started weight lifting…her stomach was now six pack toned, another sign of weight lifting; "Have you been lifting weights, Young?" Amanda did not answer him, but instead sat across from him at a safe distance, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

She sat quietly and smoked the cigarette, looking at Mark, like she was assessing him…it was creeping him out to be honest: "Why are you staring at me?" Amanda did not answer, but continued to smoke the cigarette…Mark was getting pissed; "Get out if you are not going to talk to me." She didn't and he hurdled the water jug at her…Amanda ducked and the water jug hit the wall, spilling everywhere. Mark sneered; "F—k you, bitch." She kept her calm mask, and finished the cigarette…Amanda got up and left, turning off the light and slamming the door shut.

Mark sighed, almost in tears…his water supply for the week was gone.

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A few days later, Amanda came back into the basement bathroom, and repeated the same process with the cigarette and the staring…Mark had had a rough week without his water supply…he had resorted to drinking from the dirty tap again like his first week; "What the hell is your problem, Young…talk to me, dammit!!" Mark said, starting to feel mentally broken down, but he masked it behind anger. Amanda said nothing and finished her cigarette. Before she left, she tossed Mark a small tube of toothpaste with the corners cut off and a toothbrush with the bottom snapped. She slammed the door shut after turning the light off.

Mark growled; "Some damn water would be nice so I can brush my teeth, whore!!"

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A couple of days later, which Mark assumes are Mondays, Amanda brought him the bread and water…she also gave him a tiny bottle of Pedialyte; "Still not gonna talk to me, huh?" Mark said, drinking the Pedialyte. Amanda sat down and pulled out a cigarette and lit it, as usual. Mark put the now-empty bottle down. Amanda then threw the pack of cigarettes at him that had one left and a match inside; Mark fished it out and lit it, inhaling; "Thank you." He said…Amanda just nodded her head and continued to smoke her cigarette as well.

Mark slowly finished his cigarette; "How much longer you gonna give me the silent treatment, Young? How much longer are you gonna keep me alive, huh? Talk to me bitch!!" Amanda said nothing, but produced a gun; "Go ahead…do it…better than this." Mark said, holding the cigarette in his mouth. Amanda shot the gun and a dart hit Mark…it was a tranquilizer dart; he fell over with the cigarette still attached to his lips.

Amanda got up and pulled out a trash bag; she collected up all the old water jugs…she smirked as she saw Mark was trying to fashion one into some sort of weapon. She then collected the empty pack of cigarettes and the match…lastly, she removed the still-lit cigarette from Mark's lips, putting it in her own. Amanda put another tube of toothpaste and a bar of soap next to Mark's sleeping form…she moved the dart from his arm…she exited the basement bathroom.

Mark woke up later; he quickly went over to where he had been building a weapon with the water jugs…they were gone…Mark curled up into a ball on the floor…he was going to be trapped here…forever.

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A month later, Mark lay on the floor of the basement in a fresher set of clothes; Amanda had thought of everything to keep him alive; he stopped eating for a week, only for Amanda to put him under and hook him up to an IV bag to get his strength back up. He tried to crack his skull on the floor; again, he was put under for what he assumed was a while because when he came to, the basement bathroom was now padded…the sinks and tub had been removed…it looked like an insane asylum now…the only thing that was missing was a straight jacket; Mark figured Amanda had one of those ready for him as well if she needed it.

A toilet/sink combo was added to the bathroom…Amanda even though that through and padded that as well…no matter what Mark did, Amanda had a rebuttal. On the upside, the basement was much cleaner now, though Amanda still kept it dark with an occasional low purple light coming on. She still did not speak to him, but her visits had increased to every day; Mark stopped asking if she was going to talk to him…instead, he either stayed silent or he would tell her a story about something. Mark had no idea what her end game was…he assumed it was to be Amanda's prisoner forever until something finally took him out.

The food options improved; now, it was similar to a meal served at prison…he still received one meal, but it was daily now…Mark ate because he knew if he didn't, she would just put him under to feed him intravenously. He still had a bar of soap and a toothbrush to use…at least he didn't feel nasty anymore; Mark would receive a new change of clothes weekly…scrubs mostly…his shoes became slippers. Yes, Mark was a prisoner at the Jail of Amanda Young…and he had a life sentence.

Mark was starting to get to the point where his "urges" as a man were starting to become too strong to ignore. He wondered if Amanda or her crew had cameras to observe him…If so, they watched him do everything else in his "cell". Mark smirked a bit…maybe he should give them a show. However, he decided he needed a nap first…maybe he would revisit that later tonight once he was sure everything was probably in bed for the night.

Mark curled into a ball and went to sleep; as he slept, a secret doorway opened in the darkness and closed.

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Mark woke up a bit later; the room was dark and his "urges" started kicking in again. He lay on his back; honestly, he felt like a young man again, afraid that his parents might accidentally walk in on him…but, he wasn't…Mark was 40 years old and had needs that were being unmet… it wasn't like he had a woman to take care of it for him anymore. He relaxed and let his mind go blank, and lowered his hands to where he wanted them.

Mark sighed as he gave in to his "urges"; it had been years since someone had touched him…he had pushed everyone away because John told him that feelings would "cloud his mind"…he needed to be "unfeeling". Mark started having images in his mind…old girlfriends that had satisfied him greatly… one-night stands in bar restrooms…Amanda Young on top of him, satisfying his every need.

The last one made him moan loudly…it never happened, it was a secret fantasy Mark had when he met her and continued to have while they fought each other for John's approval…the dreams even continued after he thought she was dead…hell, he was dreaming it now as Amanda held him prisoner…his mind was a mess.

Her name ripped from his lips as he continued, but the purple light suddenly came on and he froze; Amanda was sitting where she always sat…he hadn't heard her come in the "cell": Mark still lay there, frozen with his hand on himself. Amanda got up and walked over near him, straddling his body with her legs. Mark said nothing, but he watched as Amanda removed her Jigsaw robe, completely naked above him. Mark groaned and she lowered herself down…he questioned if he was still dreaming, but she touched his face…it felt real.

"Amanda, you don't have to…" Mark's words were silenced by her lips on his; he sighed and gave in…pulling his hands away from himself and wrapping them around her back. Amanda deepened their kiss, which he hungrily devoured. She broke the kiss and slid down his body, pulling his scrub pants lower; Mark moaned as she took him in her mouth…his mind thought how easy it would be to choke the life out of her and get away…that thought faded as Amanda went deeper on him…deeper in her throat; "Yes…Mandy…swallow it." Mark said, his mind in total bliss.

Amanda continued for a bit before she pulled away; Mark had no time to comment before she planted on his face, riding it so hard that he thought he would suffocate…what a way to die if he would. Mark did everything he had fantasized about to get Amanda off…licking, sucking, and biting her core until her orgasm was swallowed up by the walls of his "cell". She scooted back down to his stomach, leaning over to kiss and lick his wet face; "You like that, Mandy?" Mark asked, though she didn't answer him…he grinned because he could see her satisfied look in the purple light.

Amanda reached over to a pocket in her robe, pulling out a condom, and putting it on Mark; she mounted him and they both screamed out as she rode him…it was better than any dream he had beforehand…Amanda was a living being that he nearly destroyed…but now, Mark was understanding his entire role in his imprisonment. He sucked in his breath as Amanda brought his hand to her core…a wordless command to stimulate her more.

Mark growled and rubbed her hard, which spiked their growing arousal even more; he screamed out as he climaxed hard; but he never stopped stimulating Amanda with his hand, who soon followed with her second climax. She collapsed on top of him, kissing him hard on the mouth until their lips started bleeding. For the first time in nearly two months, Amanda spoke to Mark; "You understand your role to me now, correct?"

Mark nodded. Amanda smiled; "Great…keep your strength up and be a good boy…I shall see you tomorrow." Amanda got up and put her robe on, heading out the main door. Mark grinned; if this is what kept him alive, who was he to argue?

What Mark did not know is that Amanda had worked tirelessly to break his mind…turn him into her "good boy" that would satisfy her "urges" she had as a woman…Ryan, Brad, or even the womanizing Dr. Gordon did not have the "animal" in them to pleasure her, but Mark Hoffman sure did.

Or, maybe Mark did know Amanda's plan and wanted to be her "good boy" that he fantasized about before and after "her" death…Mark grinned again and turned over to go to sleep to conserve his strength…he had a busy day tomorrow…and forever.

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Fall was not a great time for Mark Hoffman; his sister Angie's birthday was in October, and that just made him sad and angry. Now, he was working for John Kramer, aka Jigsaw…a "job" that Mark neither wanted nor liked. But he had decided to take matters into his own hands by using the Jigsaw M.O. to take care of his sister's killer, so now he was paying the price.

Mark's annoying co-apprentice, Amanda Young, apparently lived and breathed the fall season because she was starting with copious amounts of pumpkin spice on the daily. When he would come into the warehouse, she would have a pumpkin spice latte at her side, a pumpkin spice cheesecake on a plate, and a pumpkin spice candle lit while she worked on a new trap. Amanda was also making plans to go to a nighttime corn maze with a guy she was currently talking to. On the upside of the pumpkin spice annoyance, Mark found her a lot easier to work with.

It was Friday and Amanda was planning to go to the corn maze with Tyler, a guy she met at Menards on a "trap" building run; Mark decided that this was a good time to work on some solo projects because she would be gone, so he made his way to the warehouse after work. When he went inside the warehouse, he could smell pumpkin spice again…wasn't Amanda supposed to be gone already?

Mark went to the "workshop" and Amanda was there, working on a trap with the pumpkin spice candle burning; "Aren't you supposed to be gone to the corn maze with that Tyrone guy?" Mark said, setting his stuff down. Amanda looked up at him; "It's Tyler and no, I am not going to the maze tonight."

Mark looked at Amanda; she looked like she had been crying…she ducked her head down to avoid Mark's gaze. He walked over to her; "Did he cancel?" Amanda looked at him; "No…I found out he was dating another girl, so I called it off." Mark looked at her again; "Sorry to hear that." Amanda shrugged and went back to work on her trap.

It was quiet for a while as Mark also started working on his trap…finally, Mark said; "Get ready…I'll take you." Amanda looked up at him; "What?" He stood up; "I said I will take you to the corn maze…you have been tolerable to work with lately and I don't want that to end." Amanda looked at him hard for a bit and then said; "Ok, give me a few minutes…you may want to put something warmer on yourself." Mark nodded and she left to get ready as he headed to his "bedroom" to get some warmer layers on:

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The corn maze was 30 minutes outside the city at an old farm; Amanda convinced Mark to wait to eat when he got to the farm…apparently, a fall carnival of sorts was going on there as well. When they got there, it was busy, but not overtly crowded; Mark and Amanda checked out the food selections first, with Mark choosing a giant turkey leg and Amanda choosing steak and mushroom tips.

They went to a standing table and ate their food…Mark was quite impressed with the turkey leg; it was his favorite part of a Thanksgiving turkey, but he had not had a Thanksgiving dinner since Angie was killed…he chose to go to Denny's for the holiday dinner before going home and getting blacked out drunk on cheap wine.

After dinner, Amanda introduced Mark to a pumpkin roll that was filled with cream cheese…he liked it way better than the usual pumpkin pie…so much so that he decided to go back and buy one before they left for the night. They finished off food time with a bottle of pumpkin beer and hot apple cider.

The two made their way to the ticket booth for the corn maze; there were two mazes to choose from: haunted and not haunted. Mark let Amanda choose the one she wanted to go to…to no surprise, she chose the haunted maze. They purchased their tickets and went to get in line…it was busy as expected.

"How long has it been since you have done something haunted, Hoffman?" Amanda asked as they stood in line. Mark thought about it; "I think the last time I did something "haunted" was with some fellow cadets at the Academy…we went to a bar that had a "haunted" theme…mainly, it was women dressed in slutty costumes." Amanda snickered; "Not surprised…the last thing I went to that was "haunted" was a campground where two counselors and five campers were killed in a fire…their ghosts supposedly haunted the campground."

Mark nodded; "I remember that story on the news…Camp Bloom…happened about 12 years ago…did anything happen while you were there?" Amanda shrugged; "No…but it just felt full of dread if that makes sense." Mark nodded again; "Sadness was imprinted on that place…that is why you felt that." Amanda nodded in return because it was a true assessment of the campground; "There is a campground that is 10 miles from here called Camp Ashford…it is supposedly haunted by a humanoid creature."

Mark laughed; "You believe that?" Amanda shrugged; "You never know…people have claimed to see it at midnight on most nights." Mark laughed again; "I call bullshit, Young." She grinned; "Who knows."

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The line continued to move and Amanda suddenly swore under her breath; "That son of a bitch." Mark heard her; "What?" She discreetly pointed to a scrawny-looking man and a skanky-looking girl; "That's Tyler and I am assuming his girlfriend." Mark looked at them; "You dodge a bullet there, Young." Mark looked too long and Tyler locked eyes on him and Amanda; "Dammit…sorry Amanda." She shrugged; "Who gives a shit; Hoffman."

Mark looked secretly again and Tyler was still staring at them; Mark smirked and wrapped his arm around Amanda's waist; "Just go with it, Mandy." Amanda smirked back and relaxed into Mark's touch as the line moved along.

Thirty minutes passed and Mark and Amanda made it to the front of the line; the participants were put in small groups as the line rounded the front; they were placed in Tyler's group with two other couples…Tyler looked pissed. Mark grinned and moved Amanda's hair back to kiss her temple…she did not flinch from him, understanding what he was doing. Amanda kissed Mark's neck in return, which caused him to moan low in his throat; "You're making it feel too good; Young." He said. Amanda smirked and relaxed her head on his shoulder.

Finally, their group was allowed to go into the haunted maze; Mark held Amanda's hand as they went through…they were near the back of the group, so Mark figured they would get most of the scares during the maze. He misjudged this because Tyler and his girlfriend ended up getting scared the most, with his girlfriend bordering on the line of being embarrassing. The scare actors did try on Mark and Amanda, who mostly smiled at them…John Kramer's Jigsaw traps were scarier than anything this maze had to offer.

They rounded the last part of the maze, and two men with "fake" chainsaws came out; Tyler's girlfriend fell to the ground, screaming hysterically…her antics ended up holding up the group, which caused the rest of the participants to get angry; finally Mark said; "Pick that crybaby up and get moving…other people want to get through." Tyler turned to Mark and said; "What is your deal, old man…I will kick your ass." Mark smirked; "Come back here and try to, little boy:"

Tyler tried, but one of the chainsaw actors held him, while the other picked his girlfriend off the ground; "Get out please." One of the actors said and the group finished out of the maze. Once out of the maze, Tyler approached Mark; "Let's go, asshole." Mark smirked; "Ok." Tyler went to punch Mark, but Mark grabbed his hand, twisting it around his back; he whispered in Tyler's ear; "If you don't want your girlfriend to know you were talking to Amanda, I would cut the shit right now."

Tyler froze and then nodded; Mark let him go. Tyler quickly went over to his girlfriend and ushered her off. Mark turned to Amanda; "What a pair of dweebs." Amanda smirked; "Thanks, Hoffman." He smiled; "You wanna do anything else?" Amanda shook her head; "I think I am good for tonight."

Mark grinned; "We got one more thing to do tonight." Amanda cocked her eyebrow; "What is that?"

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Mark drove up the dirt road to Camp Ashford; "Let's see if we see your humanoid creature, Young." He said as they drove to the entrance gate. It was closed, but Mark moved his car over close to the weeds so no one would see it right away. They got out of the car and Mark got out a flashlight and a couple of blankets out of the trunk; "Let's go, Young." Amanfa grinned and they made their made their way through an opening in the gate.

They walked about a mile and came upon what looked like the camp office and rec center; the lights were off because the camp was closed for the season. Mark led Amanda to a small clearing that was close to the office, but still out near the woods; "Let's chill here for a bit." Amanda spread out their blankets and they sat down behind a bigger tree that would mask them if someone happened to come by; "We've got 15 minutes until midnight, Hoffman."

Mark looked up at the sky, which was starry; "Ooo, we got a full moon:" Amanda looked up too; "What if we do see something, Mark…what would you do?" He thought about it; "If it poses a danger, I have my gun with me, so I am not worried there…if it is not dangerous, then I am ok with observing." Amanda smiled because she felt safe now; she moved in closer to Mark; "So, what did you think about Tyler?" Mark chuckled; "He's a lying wuss, Mandy…and his girlfriend was a nasty, nutty skank…I would not be heartbroken over that."

Amanda smiled again and looked at her watch; "It's midnight." They sat quietly for about ten minutes, listening…nothing ever came. "You ready to call it a night, Hoffman?" Mark grinned; "Not yet." Before Amanda could say anything, he planted his lips on hers, slowly deepened the kiss. He broke the kiss; "Lie down in the blanket, Mandy." She did as he asked and he bent down to kiss her again, slowly unbuttoning her black flannel shirt; "You wanna have a little fun for a bit?" Mark asked, waiting to pop the last button. Amanda nodded; "Yes."

Mark smirked and popped her last button, staring at her braless chest in the moonlight, the chilled air showing the obvious; "Nice." Mark said as he placed his mouth on Amanda's left nipple, sucking it so taunt that it caused her to cry out softly; "I could suck on these for hours, Mandy." He said as he sucked the right nipple just as taunt. He released her right breast and kissed her again; "Having fun?"

Amanda grinned and cupped his hard crotch; "Uh huh." Mark grinned back and slid his hand down into her black leggings; "Little tease not wearing any underwear." Amanda giggled; "I didn't want my underwear to show through the leggings." Mark smirked; "Sure." He inserted his fingers inside her, pumping steadily; "With all the pumpkin spice you ingested lately, I bet you taste like it." Amanda smirked in return; "One way to find out, Detective." Mark pulled her leggings down in the front to give himself access to her core; he bent his head down and licked her sensitive bundle, working his tongue quickly.

Amanda moaned hard as he quickly got her off; she nearly jerked up off the ground as Mark continued to lap up her liquids, leaving it nearly dry; "Pumpkin spice?" Amanda asked, laughing. Mark grinned; "Not sure, but you're a tasty bitch, Mandy." She pushed Mark on his blanket; "My turn to taste you, asshat." He grinned as she undid his pants, pulling them down enough to expose him; Mark sucked in his breath as Amanda worked her head up and down his shaft; "Mmm, stupid ass Tyler missed out for sure." Amanda smirked against him as she continued her ministrations.

Mark's eyes rolled back on his head…he needed more, even if it was just for a little bit; "I wanna feel you from the inside for a bit, Mandy…you can still finish me off with your mouth later if you want." Amanda lifted her head; "We can do that." He grinned; "Are you on the pill?" She nodded and pulled her leggings down a bit more; Amanda turned and lay on her stomach; Mark grinned and pulled his pants down slightly more and got on her back, and entered her quickly.

They moaned and sighed as Mark pushed inside her; "You feel amazing, Mandy…tight little bitch you are." Amanda smirked; "You're a thick boy, asshat…I like it." He smirked in return and increased his thrusts, their moans increasing; "I'm getting close, Mandy…get me off with your mouth." Mark said breathlessly, quickly getting on his back.

Amanda grinned and took him into her mouth, bobbing up and down quickly; Mark moaned and groaned; "Yes, Mandy…almost there…OH!!" He climaxed and looked at his co-apprentice, who smirked at him; "You should eat pumpkin more often." Amanda teased, giggling. Mark smiled; "Mmm…maybe…you swallowed like a champ, Young." She smiled back; "We need to get going, Detective."

They adjusted their clothing and gathered up their blankets, heading back to the gate entrance quickly. Mark put the blankets and flashlights back in the trunk; they got in the car and Mark started it up, letting it warm a bit before putting it in drive. As he turned around, his headlights shone on another car that was hidden in the weeds; "Looks like someone else is looking for the humanoid creature, Mark." He grinned as they drove on; "Such bullshit, Young."

In another part of the campground, the skeletal remains of Tyler and his girlfriend lay on a blanket; a "somewhat" human hand wrapped the bones in the blanket and threw it over their shoulder. The humanoid creature, known as Sasquatch, carried the bones back to their lair…satisfied with its meal, the Sasquatch will rest until the next full moon at midnight.

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Mark Hoffman sat in the "living area" of the warehouse, reading over a blueprint that he had made; Brad and Ryan would need to find a third person to help them with the build…he was honestly considering bringing Daniel Matthews into the fold; the boy had gotten angry at his mother yet again and came over to crash at Mark's apartment after she kicked him out. He was not ready to reveal to Daniel his part in the Jigsaw legacy because his Dad's death was still a fresh wound. However, Mark felt the boy would be a good worker if convinced to join.

Brad and Ryan had asked about Amanda to help them, but Mark had another job for her…a special job…but, it was going to take some breaking to get her to agree to it. Amanda was currently down in the basement bathroom, a chain on her leg; Mark had taken a bit of sympathy and cleaned up the basement bathroom considerably before putting her in there…it was no longer the nasty pit that Adam had met his fate.

The sink, bathtub, and toilet now functioned in the basement for Amanda to use; Mark had been a gentleman of sorts and put a portable screen for her to have privacy because he kept the camera on to see what she was into. He had also brought her a pillow, a blanket, and a small mattress to sleep on…Amanda also had a few scrubs to wear throughout the week and some slippers. Mark fed her one time a day, choosing from her known favorite restaurants.

Amanda's slated job was easy; she was to be Mark's lover. It was a simple job, but one was she was not going to submit to easily. Mark could find another woman to be his lover, but he didn't want that…they were not Amanda and he wanted her, forever. He had made that decision when he "saved" her from dying from her gunshot wound…the wound that Mark's letter had caused. He had taken her to Dr. Gordon, who quickly operated to get the bullet out before it killed her. After the surgery was over, Mark took Amanda to one of the basement rooms and put her there until he figured out what to do with her…that is when he came up with the idea of the refurbished basement bathroom.

Amanda was understandably not happy with these events and had refused to eat for almost a week; Mark eventually put her under and fed her through an I.V. Amanda decided that she did not want to die, so she did not try to harm herself again, though she fought Mark every time he came into the basement bathroom. Eventually, she accepted she was not going to get out of the bathroom anytime soon, so she started eating regularly and did not fight him anymore, but Amanda always gave Mark the cold shoulder when he started hanging out with her for an extended period…he hoped to break through to the icy, but sexy bitch.

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Mark came in like he always did with food for Amanda; today, he had chosen Five Guys…he ate his food before he took hers down to the basement bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, Amanda was sitting on her bed, reading a gossip magazine that Mark sometimes brought for her when he was feeling generous; "I have lunch for you." Mark said, putting her food down in front of the bed. Amanda put down her magazine and arranged the food in front of her.

Mark sat back and watched her begin to eat; her longer hair was getting in the way and she tried to swing it back behind her head without putting the burger down. Mark stood up and went behind her to move her hair back; Amanda sighed and started eating again. He braided her hair so it would not get in her way again…there were a few times that Mark had to braid his sister's hair because her arms were "sore", which meant that Seth Baxter had hurt Angie when he beat her again.

Mark finished braiding Amanda's hair and gently put it against her back; she sighed again and he grinned a bit…he noticed that Amanda seemed to like attention and gentle touching; this might be the way to "break the ice" so to speak. Mark sat behind her as she ate, the back of her shirt rising a bit as she did so…he pulled it down gently and she did the soft sigh again. He moved back to the front and watched Amanda finish her burger before she started on the bag of fries; "Would you like some ketchup?" Mark asked.

Amanda nodded and he reached into his jacket pocket to get several ketchup packets out; he opened them and squeezed them on the leftover burger wrapper that she had sat out. Mark sat quietly as she ate what fries her stomach would allow…she also sipped on the Coke Float he had gotten for her. Ten minutes later, the Coke Float was finished…Amanda had several fries left, but she was full; "Done?" She nodded and Mark collected up the trash; "See you tomorrow." He said as he exited the bathroom.

He grinned as he faintly heard Amanda say "bye" as he closed the door.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Mark continued his small shows of affection towards his co-apprentice; it was now a custom for him to braid Amanda's hair because she could not do it herself; Mark also continued to open up condiment packets for her meals as she ate. He ramped up the "gentle touching" when he came in one day and Amanda had a bad calf cramp in her left leg; Mark gently massaged the calf until the pain went away…the next day, he added bananas to her meals so that she could get her potassium levels up.

One day, Mark came in with lunch and Amanda was lying on her bed crying…for the first time in months, she spoke to him, telling him that she had tripped and fallen on her left arm; Mark had Lawrence come and look her over…Amanda had cracked a bone in her upper arm…he put a soft cast on the upper arm and told Amanda she would have to limit use of that arm for a while. Mark was not happy that she was hurt, but he was delighted that he could shower her with the attention she secretly craved.

The first act of attention was when Amanda ate of course; she was right-handed, but even still, eating was a chore at times. Mark would bring her food, and would feed her at times when she needed help…overtime, he took over feeding her completely even if Amanda could do it herself…she didn't stop him. The second act of attention was when she needed help changing her clothes…Amanda came up with the idea of putting a robe over herself; Mark would help undress and dress her as she kept the robe wrapped along her body for modesty…he was shocked at how well Amanda kept her private areas hidden from him…it made Mark desire her even more.

The third and last act of attention took a bit to surface; Amanda eventually got tired of her hair being dirty and requested Mark's help in cleaning it. Again, to preserve her modesty, Amanda would fill the bathtub with bubble bath that covered her body as she sat in the tub. Mark smirked…she was a smart one. He got a cup and some 2 in 1 shampoo that smelled like strawberries; Mark filled the cup with fresh warm water and gently wetted Amanda's hair. He then got behind the tub and applied the shampoo into his hands and massaged her scalp and hair.

Mark swallowed as Amanda groaned appreciatively to his ministrations…it was getting difficult to continue to be a gentleman, but he couldn't afford to slip up now. Mark took the cup and poured more fresh water over her head until the shampoo was out of her hair; he wrapped Amanda's hair in a towel and let her finish her bath in private…something was going to have to give soon.

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A few weeks passed and Amanda's cast came off; her arm was still sore, but it needed to gain strength again; Mark came in with lunch yet again…this time, he brought her a milkshake that had whipped topping on it. He handed it to Amanda, who got the cream on her hand because the lid came loose. Mark went to get a napkin, but he heard her say; "Nope." He looked at Amanda and she was holding her hand out in front of his face…Mark inwardly grinned and hoped he was not misreading any signals.

He took her hand and placed it near his mouth, licking and sucking the cream off of it…Amanda did not pull away and Mark released her hand; he watched her smile, so he decided to move along; "Are you hungry for something else, Amanda?" She smirked; "Maybe." He smirked back; "Lie on your bed."

Amanda did as instructed; "Good girl." Mark said, applying his fingers into the cream and placing them on her lips; she slowly licked the cream off his fingers…Mark could feel arousal travel down his spine. He lifted her shirt, but did not expose her chest just yet. Mark applied more cream with his fingers to her taut stomach; satisfied, he slowly licked the cream off her stomach, but did not swallow it. He moved up to Amanda's mouth, grazing her lips with his fingers to get her to open up; Mark placed his open mouth on hers and she licked the cream out of his mouth and into hers…his eyes rolled in the back of his head…Amanda was that good.

He pulled away; "Mmm, didn't even have to give you directions…such a good girl." Amanda smirked in return. Mark decided to stop with the teasing and get down to brass tacks; he lifted Amanda's shirt all the way and hungrily attacked her breasts…he had waited months for this. Mark felt Amanda slowly rub her knee into his crotch, causing him to moan loudly into her chest; "Tease." He said after he pulled away from her soaked chest…soaked in his saliva…it was perfect.

Mark gently turned Amanda over on her stomach, stripping her scrub bottoms off of her and placing her legs in an upside-down "V" shape; he was not so gentle as he ate Amanda's core out from behind…Mark heard his co-apprentice moan and beg him for more; he was happy to oblige, going at her like a rabid animal. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and Amanda went wild, screaming and bucking against his face so hard that his nose hurt.

The payoff was fantastic…Mark had never tasted a woman as good as Amanda; "Mmm…did my good girl like that?" He said when his tongue finally settled down. Amanda shook her head in affirmation as she caught her breath. Mark gave her a bit of time to recover before he said; "Get on your knees." His "good girl" obliged and stripped off her clothes before kneeling in front of him. Mark grinned and stripped his clothes off…he grinned even more when Amanda took in the sight of "him"; "Like what you see?"

Amanda nodded and Mark moved forward; "You gonna give me good head?" Amanda cocked her eyebrow and smirked…Mark smirked back…she knew what her job was; "Show me what a good girl you are, Mandy." He said breathlessly, unable to hide his excitement anymore. His knees nearly buckled when Amanda swallowed him up…he grabbed her head to steady himself, but this caused Amanda to go even deeper on Mark; "You are such a good girl, baby…DAMN!!" He had to look at the ceiling because if he looked at what Amanda was doing to him, it was going to be over too quickly…Mark still had one more thing to do.

He withdrew from her mouth; "Get on your back, baby." Amanda quickly positioned herself on her bed; "Good girl." Mark said as he grabbed his wallet to get a condom out, daftly putting it on. He joined Amanda in the bed and spread her legs as wide as they would go…Mark slammed himself into her…both screaming at the contact and pain…yes, Mark's co-apprentice was so tight that it was causing him pain; "I think I need a minute, baby." He said, getting used to the feeling.

Amanda chuckled; "You're a good girl too much for you?" Mark smirked down at her; "You will always be too much for me, baby." He kissed her as he started moving, the pace building; "So good." Mark breathed. Amanda wrapped her legs around his back, pushing up to meet his thrusts; "Shit." Mark said, throwing his head back. Amanda grinned and reached down to give herself extra stimulation, but Mark pushed her hand away, using his instead; "I'm the only one that is allowed to make my good girl come."

Amanda smirked; "That so?" Mark nodded, the tension building; "Well, you better make me come every day then, Detective." She said, as her breathing became labored. Mark grinned; "I plan on it." Amanda moaned loudly as she came undone, squeezing Mark so tight that he nearly had whiplash when he threw his head back again, climaxing into the condom. He collapsed on top of his tired, but satisfied, co-apprentice; "Mmm, my good girl knows how to please."

They rested for a while before Mark spoke; "This is part of your routine now, yes?" Amanda nodded; "I do want to ask you something though." Mark kissed her neck; "Shoot." Amanda ran her fingers through his sweaty hair; "May I contribute to trap building one time a month? I miss doing it." Mark thought it over for a few moments; "I will…just as long as we continue this "routine" as well."

Amanda smirked; "You won't have any complaints from me, Detective." Mark smirked; "Good girl." He said as he continued to kiss her neck, thinking of where he could put a blueprint table in the immediate future for his now official lover.

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Russellville Community Hospital was not a large hospital by any means; it housed fewer than 50 patient beds, had a small emergency room, a daily health clinic, and four operating rooms. The staff for RCH was not large either; four doctors were employed, eight nurses, four orderlies, and two security guards. Being in a more rural area away from the bigger town of Haddonfield, it did not see much action… but that all changed on Halloween night.

An escaped mental patient named Michael Myers had killed at least eight people in Haddonfield while on a spree; the man had escaped being after being shot by his psychiatrist, and was still on the loose. RCH would be receiving a patient who survived Myers' attempt on her life…the police figured that she would be safer at the smaller hospital out of town. When the teenage girl arrived, she was in hysterics, leading Dr. Lawrence Gordon to sedate her so that he could access her wounds.

The girl had cracked a bone in her right ankle, a stab wound in her left shoulder, and various cuts that more than likely had glass in them. Dr. Gordon operated on the girl, with assistance from head nurse Jill Tuck and senior orderly John Kramer. Officer Daniel Rigg stood outside the operating room; he was assigned to protect the girl until Myers was caught.

Rigg was not happy with the security setup they had at RCH, which consisted of one guard named Mark Hoffman, who was a "bear of a man" to say the least. However, Hoffman seemed distracted in his job, choosing to read a book and being constantly on the lookout for someone other than a serial killer. Rigg had asked his partner, Eric Matthews, to come help him once things settled down a bit in Haddonfield, but it would be a while.

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Mark Hoffman, RCH's security guard, was not overly excited about all the energy that was bestowed on the mass killer known as Michael Myers; if anything, Myers was already out of state to evade authorities. But, he did make sure that all the doors were locked and that the phones and security cameras were working. Officer Rigg had given Mark a dirty look when he was buzzed in…Mark knew it was where he was reading a book instead of staring at the cameras intently.

But, if Rigg would have taken a moment to look, Mark was reading a study guide for a test that would help him gain entrance to the State Police Academy; Mark had the physicality, but exams were something he loathed and did not excel at…tonight did have some unusual action, but Mark decided to treat as a usual work day.

This also included trysts with his "friend" Amanda Young, who was a nurse during the night shift. Mark has just gotten out of a two-year marriage that was doomed from the start; shortly after his divorce, Amanda switched from the day shift to the night shift, resulting in them meeting. After flirting back and forth for a while, they hooked up in the store room outside of the hospital while they were on their lunch break. The sex was incredible and Mark wanted more of it…hooking up in various places during their lunch break was now commonplace.

Mark was not sure what the nature of their relationship was, but he wanted to take her to breakfast after their shift ended in the morning…he would just have to see how it played out.

Mark's thoughts were interrupted by a banging on the glass door; he looked and it was Amanda, who was late for her shift yet again. He buzzed her in; "You're late." Amanda smiled; "Yeah, I need to get on the ward." He reached out and secretly rubbed fingers with her; "I guess you heard all the excitement that is going on here." Amanda blushed at the affection; "Yeah…I heard it on the radio that the girl victim was here…is she ok?" Mark nodded; "Dr. Gordon said she came out of surgery fine…they are trying to find the girl's parents…no one is answering at home."

Amanda nodded; "Hopefully they do…I'd better go…Nurse Tuck is gonna take it out on my ass again tonight for being late again." Mark smirked; "As long as I get to take it out on your ass later, Young." Amanda blushed and playfully slapped his hand; "See you later." Mark smirked again; "Right." He watched her leave, his body already getting excited over their tryst later tonight.

Mark then frowned: if Amanda heard about the girl being here on the radio, that meant someone must have leaked it to the press, which was not good if Myers had happened to hear it. Mark decided to go share his concerns with Officer Rigg, who would probably snub his nose up at him for even suggesting such a thing.

Mark left his security post; he did not see the shadow of a large man in overalls and a white mask walking down one of the hospital's hallways…Mark had pushed his wrist on a backdoor button by accident when he buzzed Amanda in…both doors had come open.

Michael Myers was now inside RCH.

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Amanda quickly put her items in her work locker, smoothing over her hot pink nursing scrubs; she double-checked to make sure all her nursing pins were in their proper place and added her lanyard. She quickly put her hair up in a messy bun and went to her assigned ward; Amanda was preparing to be ripped a new one yet again by Nurse Tuck.

She walked down the hallway quickly to get to the nursing station, but Nurse Tuck was already there waiting; "You were late again tonight." Amanda closed her eyes and nervously twisted her lanyard; "Just 10 minutes." Nurse Tuck was not having any of it; "That could be the difference between life and death for one of your patients." Amanda slowly opened her eyes…Nurse Tuck was right; "You're right…I'm sorry." But, Nurse Tuck held her hand up; "Stop talking please…no excuses…you are a good nurse, Mandy, but you've got to learn to manage your time…or you will not be here anymore."

Amanda nodded and kept quiet as she and Nurse Tuck went over tonight's itinerary. Both women were unaware that a white masked individual was watching their exchange from one of the empty hospital rooms…Michael Myers soon floated out of the room and down the stairway to find the girl who had escaped him.

Nurse Tuck left 10 minutes later and Amanda busied herself by filling up medicine cups, toeing the line in hopes of not losing her job. She was late because a friend needed a ride home from a Halloween party; the friend was drunk and Amanda was the only one who could help her get home safely. But now, she wished she had ignored her friend and told her to figure it out on her own.

On the plus side, seeing Mark did make her happy…even happier with desire; she met the burly security guard when she switched to the night shift and they began talking and flirting with each other daily. Amanda found out that Mark had just gotten divorced and was looking for some "no strings attached" fun. They commenced the fun by hooking up in the outside storage room during their lunch break…since then, their lunch breaks were all about sex and no food.

Amanda was not sure what their relationship was, but she was debating about asking him to breakfast after their shift ended…if they ended up back at either's apartment afterward, that was a huge bonus.

Amanda continued to work and she saw Adam, who was an orderly, coming near her station; "How's it going, Mandy?" He asked, sitting down on a chair across from her. Amanda smiled at the friendly man; "Ok…just a lot of excitement tonight…did they find that girl's parents yet?" Adam's smile faded; "Don't repeat this, but her parents were found murdered in their home…they are pretty sure that Michael Myers did it… But the news just reported that they think Myers burned to death in a freak car accident."

Amanda looked sadly at Adam; "I take it no one has told the girl yet?" Adam shook his head; "She is still out of it, so they probably won't tell her until tomorrow…an officer is posted outside her door. Mark got into an argument with him about the news knowing the girl was here, but the officer dismissed his complaints…you know how Mark gets when he is pissed." Amanda smirked a bit because she knew it all too well.

Adam for up; "Well, I am going to make my rounds before I go help Dr. Gordon with some work…oh, Mark told me to give you this." He gave Amanda a carefully folded Post-it note. Amanda grinned and took the note; "I'll talk to you later, Adam." The man smirked and went on his way. Once he was gone, she opened the note from Mark, which told her to meet him in the therapy tub room for their "lunch break".

Amanda grinned again and pocketed the note; Adam was aware of their"relationship", so he was the "go-between" for them. Amanda smiled as she thought about Adam going to see Dr. Gordon…she secretly knew the two were involved and were nuts about each other…a true happy couple.

But, the happy couple would soon be a dead couple because Michael Myers had caught Gordon in his office and plunged an air-filled syringe into his eyeball, instantly killing him. Adam would soon join his lover with a syringe to the temple.

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Officer Rigg stood out of the way as orderly John Kramer went inside the girl's room to check over her vitals; Rigg was a bit nervous because, even though he had dismissed Hoffman's concerns about the radio report giving away the girl's location, he felt that there was someone in the hospital who should not be here. Rigg went and did a quick check of the exits and everything was secure; he wanted to check security camera footage, but he had pissed Hoffman off, so that was a no-go.

Rigg saw a sign that said when Mark would take his lunch break…he assumed it was a sign that would be put on the security desk; the officer decided to check the camera footage during this time.

Kramer came out of the room; he had a concerned look, but said nothing as he headed down the way. Rigg shrugged and looked at his watch; he had thirty more minutes until Hoffman went on his lunch break. He decided to call Matthews briefly to see if he was going to be coming out soon, but Eric told him that they were in the process of checking to see if the burned dead body was really Myers…after he had confirmation, he would be out that way. Rigg sighed…he hoped the burned body was indeed Myers so that this hellish night would be over.

Meanwhile, Kramer, who found that the girl seemed like she was reacting to some medication, had gone to find Nurse Tuck after she did not answer her phone. He found her, strapped to an operating table…her throat had been slit. Kramer went to get Officer Rigg, but was stabbed in the back of the head with a scalpel. Michael Myers tilted his head as he looked at the two dead bodies before floating out into the hallway.

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Amanda's lunch break came and she headed down to the therapy hot tub room; she entered and Mark was already in it…he smiled; "Hurry up." Amanda grinned; "Give me a few moments to get out of my uniform." She quickly left and took her scrubs and underwear off, wrapping herself in a white, fluffy towel. Amanda shut off one set of lights to set the mood, and to hide them being in the hot tub…she approached the hot tub and dropped her towel, Mark's eyes instantly lighting up. Amanda got in, commenting on the tub's hotness; "Ow…it's hot!!"

She settled in and Mark started kissing her, rubbing his hands across her wet breasts and down to her core; placing his fingers inside. Amanda moaned and wrapped her hand around his member; "Geez…it's hot in here." Mark grinned as they continued their ministrations; "It's just me, baby." Amanda smirked as Mark brought her briefly out of the water so that she could straddle him, quickly entering her…their heat and moans building.

Michael Myers quietly watched the couple engage in sex, hidden in the shadows; Myers thought the woman was really pretty…he sort of wanted to touch her…yes, he did. Myers looked at the temperature gauge and the pipes that were connected to the hot tub; he reached and disconnected one of the pipes, which caused the hot tub's temperature to rise quickly. Myers turned back to watching the couple, hoping the man would come in here to check the gauge.

Mark and Amanda hit their climaxes and she settled back down next to him…the tub was now becoming uncomfortable; "I'm not kidding…it's too hot…fix it." Amanda said. Mark nonchalantly answered; "It's cold out there." Amanda looked at him; "I can become a cold bitch if you want me to:" Mark sighed, knowing he was not going to win; "Ok…ok." He got out, wrapping a towel around his waist, and went into the next room.

Mark looked at the gauge and it was indeed getting to a dangerous level of hotness…something must be broken. He went to tell Amanda to get out of the tub, but he was cut off by her lanyard going around his neck, pulling tightly until he couldn't breathe…the person was strong who was doing it because Mark could not fight back at all. Eventually, Mark saw white light and nothing more.

Myers dropped Mark's body to the floor and looked at the woman, who was out of the tub, drying herself off…she was still seated next to it. He entered the hot tub room and walked up slowly behind the woman, placing his hand on her shoulder…the woman sighed; "Forget it Mark…I need to get back to work." Myers remained quiet as the woman began caressing his hand…it felt nice, but also wrong…."You wanna go for breakfast later?" The woman asked.

Myers stared intently as the woman placed his fingers in her mouth, kissing and licking them; "Sorry…I just need to get back before Nurse Tuck has a fit." Myers pulled his hand away, suddenly feeling disgusted…the woman was now angry; "Mark…what the hell is your…AHHH…NO!!"

Myers grabbed the woman's head and pushed it down into the tub, dunking her several times; she pleaded for the man known as Mark and also God to save her…Myers noticed her skin was starting to melt due to the heat. He plunged her down one last time and held her until she stopped trashing; Myers pulled her back out, her face now a melting mess…he dropped the drowned woman to the floor and floated out of the therapy hot tub room.

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Officer Rigg had looked at what footage he could quickly…he didn't find anything, but there were times that he felt he saw a mass just float out of frame…like the mass knew a camera was there…of course, he could be just film issues. Rigg set everything back up and made his way back down to the girls' room. When he got there, the girl was out in the hallway, trying to move quickly, like she was being chased; "Hey…hey…you need to stop, honey." Rigg said softly.

The girl turned towards him, but kept going. Rigg yelled again; "Wait…" But, he could say nothing else because he felt a sharp pain in his back and he was lifted off the ground…the pain got more intense until he succumbed to the searing white heat. Myers dropped the officer off of his scalpel and went after his target, who quickly ducked into the stairway.

Myers walked down the stairs as he saw the girl practically throw herself down them, making it to the ground floor. Myers exited the ground-floor door and saw the girl head out the front door to the parking lot…he had disabled all the cars, so she was not going to be able to get away. He headed out the door and right into an ambush that was led by his doctor, Samuel Loomis, and a brigade of law enforcement. The girl was safe in the arms of a local cop he recognized as Lee Bracket…Myers had killed his daughter tonight.

Myers was hit by a hail or bullets; he knew it would not kill him because of the power of Samhain that coursed through his veins; but he did take damage like a normal person…he would need time to recoup, so Myers "succumbed" to the wounds, falling to the ground…he felt needles go into him and he became very tired. He figured that they would take him to a more secure mental facility, and be sedated…but Myers could wake up whenever he wanted…he planned to once his wounds had regenerated, but they may take a while.

If they decided to take him to the morgue, he would be forced to wake up and would have to hide somewhere until he was healthy again…regardless, his quest to destroy his long lost sister was not over…there was always next Halloween…The Festival of Samhain.

Myers listened as he was loaded into an ambulance…law enforcement would get a real shock when they see he killed the entire night staff and what patients that were in the hospital…he closed his eyes as the ambulance drove off away from Russellville Community Hospital, which be closed by the time Myers was well enough to go on another rampage…family is forever after all.

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Mark Hoffman came up from the warehouse's basement. It had been a long night, and he was really hungry, so he headed to the makeshift "kitchen" to find something. He raided the cupboards but found nothing of interest, so he went to the freezer next. All Mark saw was Amanda's Lean Cuisine meals because the tiny woman was convinced she was gaining weight, which he thought was silly to even think about.

Mark opened the fridge and saw some mozzarella cheese and a tub of Greek yogurt; an idea went off in his head as he got both ingredients out of the fridge and threw them down on the table. He went back to the cupboards and grabbed some flour, a jar of tomato sauce, and one can each of black olives and mushrooms…he was going to make a pizza with a two-ingredient dough. Mark went to the fridge again to see if there was any meat…there was some ham and that would do just fine.

He turned the oven to preheat at 500 degrees Fahrenheit and got a mixing bowl after washing his hands; Mark added equal parts flour and Greek yogurt…he floured his hands and started mixing the concoction inside the bowl; satisfied with the mixing, Mark removed his hands added more flour to the prep table and took the dough out of the bowl to knead it thoroughly.

He continued to knead and he saw Amanda coming into the "kitchen"; she looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. Mark took notice that she had on a button-up blue shirt that swallowed her up and had slippers on her feet…he smirked; "You look comfortable." Mark said as he continued to knead the dough. Amanda rolled her eyes at him and she went to the freezer to get one of her Lean Cuisine meals; "If you must know, I had an oil accident while building my trap…my clothes are in the wash…I took a shower and put one of John's shirts on."

Amanda walked over and put her meal in the microwave…she took notice of what Mark was doing and was curious; "What are you making?" He turned his head to look at her; "Two-ingredient pizza dough." Amanda moved closer to the prep table; "Interesting…I have no idea how to cook." Mark grinned; "My sister taught me some basics…I do like reading cookbooks and I watch cooking shows sometimes." She continued to watch him and finally said; "Can you show me how to make the dough?"

Mark looked at her; "But, you just put one of your diet meals in the microwave." Amanda shrugged; "Those things suck and I end up snacking anyway…show me how to make a personal-sized pizza." He grinned… any woman he had gone out with, or was just around in general, never expressed an interest in wanting to learn to cook…they expected Mark to cook for them every time…this was a different experience; "Wash your hands and get a mixing bowl smaller than the one I am using."

Amanda walked over to clean her hands at the sink, taking time to open the microwave door, only to close it again so it would stop the annoying beeping. She then went and got a smaller mixing bowl and joined Mark at the prep table; "What do I do first?" He pointed to the flour and Greek yogurt; "The two ingredients must be equal parts and you will use less because you are making a smaller pizza." Amanda nodded and equaled out the ratio of ingredients and put them in the bowl; "Now what?"

Mark took a bit of flour and rubbed it on her hands; "Mix the ingredients with your hands until it makes a dough…then, you will take it out of the bowl and knead it more thoroughly." Amanda nodded and started mixing the ingredients in her hands, but was having issues getting started. Mark floured his hands and stood behind her, guiding her hands to do proper mixing; "You just have to keep the hands moving…don't stop." He continued to help Amanda mix and she settled comfortably against his chest as they did so; Mark blinked because of the closeness…her hair was still damp and smelled like baby shampoo, which unexpectedly relaxed him.

Mark came back to his senses and saw that the dough was mixed; "Ok…we are going to move it to the prep table…put it on the floured area so it won't stick." He somewhat reluctantly pulled away as Amanda did as he requested; "Do I continue the mixing motions?" Mark nodded; "It should be smooth and in a ball when you are done." Amanda started to kneed the dough and Mark stood behind her, watching. He smirked because he realized his early suspicions were correct; "You do realize you have my shirt on and not John's, right?"

Amanda shrugged; "Sorry…do you want me to take it off?" Mark smirked as she continued to knead the dough; "Maybe." Amanda rolled her eyes and kneaded the dough some more; "How do I shape it, exactly?" Mark moved closer to her and lapped his hands with hers; "Shape it until it looks like a small loaf of bread." He moved in closer to the point that he could smell her body wash, which was Pear Glace from Victoria's Secret…Mark had found several Victoria's Secret and Bath and Body Works body care items in a forgotten drawer that was in his bathroom; his last girlfriend left the items there to use when she was at his place, but they broke up…Mark brought the items to the warehouse, figuring that Amanda would use them.

"You used the Pear Glace stuff didn't you?" Mark commented as he helped her shape the dough. Amanda nodded and relaxed into his chest again; "Yeah…I thought it smelled good." Mark whispered; "It does." They continued to shape the dough, the quiet being somewhat comfortable; "Do you want your shirt back now?" Amanda asked after a while. Mark smirked a bit; "Only if you want to give it back now." Amanda took a breath; "I do." He grinned; "We need to let the dough set for a bit anyway, so let's wash our hands."

Mark didn't release her hands, but guided them over to the sink; he let go momentarily to turn on the water to a warmer temperature; "Hands in the water, please." Amanda stuck her hands on the water as Mark added soap to them, and slowly began to wash her (and his) hands…satisfied, he turned off the water and dried off her (and his) hands with a clean washcloth; "I'll take my shirt back now." Mark heard Amanda take a soft breath as he started with the bottom buttons and slowly worked his way up; "I think you knew this was my shirt…you know John would wear something smaller."

Amanda smirked a bit; "Maybe I did…and I think you just called yourself chunky." Mark chuckled low as he popped the last button; "Mean." He moved the shirt off her shoulders and took it off, placing it in a chair behind him…his co-apprentice only had panties on; "Let's get back to cooking." Mark said softly as he guided them back over to the dough. He left Amanda for a moment to get two pizza pans and a rolling pin. He stood behind her again and placed the pans down and the pin; "I think you should take your shirt off too, Detective…you might get it dirty." Amanda said as she picked up the rolling pin.

Mark smirked and removed his long-sleeved shirt quickly, throwing it over to where his button-up shirt was; he pushed into Amanda's back and they both shivered; "Put some flour on the rolling pin:" She did as he requested and he covered her hands; "Now, let's roll the dough flat." He pushed forward on Amanda as they began to roll out his dough ball first; "Just like that." Mark whispered. They continued before moving over to Amanda's smaller dough ball; "So, what cooking shows do you watch?" Amanda asked as they continued to roll out her dough.

Mark grazed her shoulder with his lips as he spoke; "I watch a lot of shows on public broadcasting, but my favorite is Martha Stewart." Amanda nodded; "You ever dream of topless cooking with her?" Mark smirked as they put the pin down; "Of course." Amanda chuckled; "What next?" Mark picked up the pans; the dough has to cook for about 10 minutes before we add our toppings." He put them in the oven and set the timer for 10 minutes; Mark sat down in one of the chairs; "Now we wait." Amanda turned toward him, giving him a good look of her body; "Good."

He grinned as she straddled his lap; "Is John gone for the night?" Amanda nodded; "He went home to pack…going to go to Mexico." Mark frowned a bit; "He is walking into a scam…you know that." Amanda shrugged sadly; "I guess we will find out." Mark decided to stop thinking about John and concentrate on what was in front of him; he leaned in and kissed Amanda's neck…she sighed softly; "That feels good, Detective." He smirked against her neck; "Maybe you would stop busting my balls every day, I would do this instead."

Amanda smirked; "Bust your balls in a different way then?" Mark looked up from her neck; "Yeah." He said he planted his lips on her.

They continued to make out, taking care not to get their hands dirty…not yet anyway. The timer went off and the Jigsaw apprentices reluctantly broke apart; "Let's add our toppings now." Mark said, getting the pans out of the oven and setting them on top of the stove. Amanda opened up the sauce and got a spoon while Mark opened up the cans of mushrooms and black olives. She lightly spread sauce on her dough, while Mark went heavy-handed on his; Amanda then added light layers of cheese, mushrooms, and olives, while he added layers that were thick and included the ham…their pizzas represented their personalities greatly.

Mark put the pizzas back in the oven and set a timer while Amanda wetted a wash cloth to clean off their hands; "We have 20 minutes." Mark said, cleaning his hands. Amanda grinned; "Good" and launched herself into his arms. He picked her up and put her on the table, quickly removing her underwear; "Think you are going to make a nice appetizer, Young." Mark said as kneeled, tongue going right to her core. Amanda threw her legs around his back and used her hands to bring him in closer; "Mmm, you like that, Detective?" Mark answered positively through grunts, gasps, and pants.

Amanda exerted her control by not letting Mark up to even catch his breath for a moment, forcing him to get her off quickly; she screamed out and let go of Mark, falling back onto the table. Mark stood up shakily, looking down at his co-apprentice that was catching her breath; "Crazy ass bitch." He said, breathing deeply. Amanda smirked; "You liked it." Mark smirked back; "Yeah." He pulled her off the table; "My turn, Mandy." He pushed her to her knees and undid his pants. Amanda grinned; she concluded that Mark was going to "pay her back" by being rough…but she liked it that way…a lot.

Mark pulled his pants and boxers down and barely gave Amanda time to register anything before he roughly brought her mouth to him; "Mmm, let's see how much you like this, little bitch." True to what Amanda assumed, he went rough on her and she ate it up, so to speak. She went as deep as she could until Mark touched the back of her throat, causing the usually stoic Detective to scream out, his eyes watering from the intensity; "F—king pro you are, Mandy." Mark choked out as she continued her deep ministrations.

Mark sighed deeply and turned to the timer…they had 10 minutes left; he withdrew from Amanda's throat and picked her up off the floor, laying her across the table with her legs still on the ground. He quickly removed his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers; "There are condoms in that drawer over there, Detective." Amanda said, pointing to said drawer. Mark walked over and saw an assortment of protections; "Take it these are John's." He said, selecting one. Amanda nodded; "He gets them whenever he gets his "medicine" filled…I saw him stash them in there one day…seen him go a couple times there secretly to get them."

Mark smirked, thinking about the elder man using Vigara and wondering who he was hooking up with; "He'd screw you in a heartbeat if you gave him a chance, Young." Amanda turned to Mark and sneered a bit; "Please…I see him as the father I never had in my life." Mark grinned; "What do you see me as?" She smirked; "I saw you as an asshole brother, but now I just see you as an asshole." He smirked again; Mark never thought of Amanda like a sister because no one would ever compare to his real sister, Angie…maybe more like a bitch cousin…but now, she was just a bitch…and one that he was getting ready to have a lot of fun with.

Mark put the condom on and kicked Amanda's feet apart with his own, lining himself up, teasing her a bit; "Little bitch want this?" Amanda turned and smirked yet again; "Want it so far in me I can feel it in my stomach, asshat." He grinned; she was indeed a crazy ass bitch and he liked it…a lot. Mark slammed himself inside her, causing both of them to scream…a short time later, Mark started to move and was not gentle about it, the table squeaking with each hard thrust; "Mmm, wish I could go deeper inside you." Amanda groaned; "I wish you could go all night." He chuckled; "Maybe I'll steal one of John's "medicines". She chuckled back in response before moaning; "Harder, Hoffman."

Mark submitted to Amanda's commands as best he could, slapping her rear hard as he did; "You're not gonna be able to sit down by the time I'm finished, baby." Amanda grinned; "There's something else you can do if you want me to not be able to sit down." Mark slowed down a bit; "You want that?" She turned and smiled; "Yes…but please, leave the protection on." He nodded and withdrew from her and lined himself up to enter her cheeks; unlike earlier, Mark took his time, making sure Amanda was comfortable…this was not his first time doing this, but this was the first time a woman had willingly offered to do this with him on their own.

"Ok?" Mark said once he bottomed; Amanda nodded and he started moving…the intensity of this act was different and he was not going to last long; "I feel like I've hit the sex lottery with you, Young," Mark said, truly meaning it. She laughed; "Why is that?" He grinned; "You're good at all three baby." Again, he truly meant it. Amanda smirked; "Thanks…I guess…our food will be done in two minutes." Mark increased his movements and reached around to stimulate Amanda's already sensitive nub; "Like that?" He asked.

Amanda moaned in response as Mark continued his ministrations…she moaned loudly and hit her second climax…Mark was not far behind, pulling out slightly before finishing in the condom; "Damn, that was good, Mandy." She turned to him and smiled; "You're not so bad yourself, Detective." Mark discarded the condom and quickly put his clothes back on as Amanda put her panties and Mark's shirt back on; "Let's clean our hands and get these pizzas out."

After washing, Mark got the pizzas out…both looked delicious; "They both turned out good, Young." Amanda smiled and got a pizza cutter out; "Good…I am starving." She cut her pizza into four slices while Mark cut his into eight pieces…the two Jigsaw apprentices selected a slice and ate it, both quite pleased; "Can you teach me how to make a pie next time?" Amanda asked. Mark nodded; "Sure…but it takes a bit longer than the pizza…more "downtime".

Amanda smirked; "Good."

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Mark Hoffman came home after a long day of work, thankful that John Kramer had nothing for him to do tonight. He removed his police-issued jacket, badge, and gun, placing them in a nearby closet. Mark got out a phonebook and looked for a restaurant number that sold Indian food, but he was not having any luck; he decided to order Hibachi instead and called his order in to be delivered.

Mark then went to the fridge, nonplussed that he had no alcohol in his apartment; he did not want to piss John off and have him put him through that gunshot mirror crap again, so Mark removed every bit of alcohol he had. He started drinking non-alcoholic beers, so that did help with the cravings some; Mark grabbed an O'Doul's and a Coke, going to the couch to watch the news until his food showed up.

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Thirty minutes later, Mark's food showed up…he got what he wanted out of the containers and put it in a bowl; he grabbed another O'Doul's and made his way over to his computer, which he recently had hooked up to dial up internet. Mark has not done much with the computer other than play solitaire and do some searches online that were of educational and "non-educational" value. He went to the Yahoo Homepage and was intending on doing some more "non-educational" searches, but the "chat" hyperlink caught his attention…his curiosity got the better of him, so he clicked "chat".

Mark was asked to create a username; he needed to think of something clever that would not give away his identity to someone he may know who was also online in the chat. Mark smirked as he came up with one; "SoccerGoal6_9"…he typed it in and it was not taken, so he registered it to his private Hotmail account; Hoffman secretly liked soccer, so he figured this would be a good alias. Mark then checked out of he different categories for the chatrooms and found a general one called "Coffeehouse"; he entered the chat and found it quite lively with different conversations.

Mark kept in the background and read chats for over an hour, greatly amused by the conversations; he stayed on for another hour and noticed it was now 10 pm…he needed to get ready for bed in just a bit. Another 15 minutes rolled by and Mark was getting ready to log off when a private chat from a "meltdown00" was sent to him:

Meltdown00: Hi!!

Mark smirked and decided to bite:

Soccergoal6_9: Hello

Meltdown00: A/S/L

Soccergoal6_9: ?

Meltdown00: Age, Sex, Location

Soccergoal6_9: Oh…30, M, somewhere in Jersey…what about you?

Mark decided to lie about his age, but was truthful about he rest.

Meltdown00: 28/F/also Jersey…city or country?

Soccergoal6_9: City…You?

Meltdown00: Same…what are you into tonight?

Soccergoal6_9: Not much…just checking out a chatroom…need to get off in a bit because I have work tomorrow.

Meltdown00: I see…I had a rare evening off, so I thought I would do the same…your name intrigued me.

Mark laughed…he knew why.

Soccergoal6_9: Really? Why?

Meltdown00: I like soccer…not too many people do.

That response caught Mark off-guard:

Soccergoal6_9: I don't know very many people who do either… I felt alone in the world.

Meltdown00: haha, no need to feel that way, but I will go ahead and let you go…are you going to be on tomorrow night?

Soccergoal6_9: Depends on my night job…it may be after 10.

Meltdown00: Same…I work nights sometimes…Well, I may be in here after 10 you wanna chat some more?

Soccergoal6_9: Ok…I will try to be on around that time…I will look for you or you can send me another chat.

Meltdown00: I like that…talk to you tomorrow, hopefully:

Soccergoal6_9: Hopefully…good night.

Meltdown00: Nite 

Mark signed off and grinned…he hoped John did not keep him super late tomorrow night.

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The next day, Mark went to the police station for a while and then left to go to the warehouse. John had asked Mark and Amanda both to finish the latest trap by the end of the night…surprisingly, Amanda wanted to get to work right away because she had something to do later tonight…Mark didn't argue and they worked diligently and quickly, finishing just a little after 9 pm. Amanda took off shortly to take a shower, getting ready for whatever she was doing tonight…Mark assumed she was probably getting laid by someone. He left as well, grabbing some McDonald's on the way home.

Mark was home by 9:30 pm, so he quickly ate his food and took a shower; by 10 pm, he was logged on and back in the Coffeehouse chatroom…Mark read some of the public chats for a while; around 10:20 pm, "meltdown00" private messaged him;

Meltdown00: Hey!!

Soccergoal6_9: Hey…was wondering if you were going to make it on tonight.

Meltdown00: Yeah…I had to get some dinner after work and that took longer than I expected.

Soccergoal6_9: Where did you get dinner from?

Meltdown00: A place called Boone's Pizza…it is pretty good.

Mark blinked; he knew that restaurant because it was quite close to the Gideon Packing Plant…he had food there before.

Soccergoal6_9: I have eaten there before actually…and yes, it is good.

Meltdown00: Wow, you must be closer in the city than I first thought…I've lived in the city for a few years now…not sure if I like it or hate it.

Soccergoal6_9: I have too…I want to move out to a smaller town at some point…can't right now…job has me tied down.

Meltdown00: What do you do for a living? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to…

Mark thought it over…he decided to embellish a bit because truthfully, John's blackmail had him stuck right now.

Soccergoal6_9: I work in construction…once the job is done, I hope to be doing something else.

Meltdown00: I work as a caregiver and the person's health is declining…not sure what will happen, but I do have another job lined up…but, I am going to have to fight for it.

Soccergoal6_9: Someone else up for the job?

Meltdown00: Kinda…I don't mind possibly working with the person, but I don't think we will see eye to eye.

Soccergoal6_9: I understand…I have a co-worker I do not get along with…we work well together if we can just cut the shit and do it.

Meltdown00: Co-workers can suck sometimes…so, are you single?

Mark smirked…meltdown00 moving quickly.

Soccergoal6_9: I am…you?

Meltdown00: I am…not gonna lie to you, I am harboring a crush on someone, but it's not going to go anywhere.

Soccergoal6_9: Well, since we are being truthful, I have a crush on someone too, but it isn't going to amount to anything.

Meltdown00: Sounds like we are having the same issues…

Soccergoal6_9: Yes…sad isn't it?

Mark and meltdown00 chatted for another hour about various things that ranged from favorite movies to favorite soccer players…he had more in common than he thought he would with this stranger. They agreed to meet tomorrow night at 10 pm to chat and they both signed off.

Mark went to bed that night, wondering what meltdown00 would look like in the flesh.

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Nearly a month passed and Mark continued to chat with meltdown00 almost every other night…it has become part of his routine and helped greatly with his loneliness that used to be filled with drinking to pass the time. He also found that his work relationship with Amanda had improved because he chatted about the issues he had to meltdown00 and she offered helpful advice…Mark also figured that Amanda was getting laid a bit more on the regular because she did not seem so high-strung.

Speaking of getting laid, meltdown00 hinted that their next conversation may get "steamy", so Mark was looking forward to it;

Meltdown00: When was the last time you had been with anyone?

Soccergoal6_9: It's been nearly a year and it was a bar restroom hook-up.

Meltdown00: Really, have you talked to the person since?

Soccergoal6_9: To be honest, I barely got her name because I was pretty lit…I was sober enough to remember protection though.

Meltdown00: That's good…my last time was about six months ago…it was a doctor believe it or not.

Soccergoal6_9: Wow…how did that come about?

Meltdown00: He was lonely and I was lonely…so, we decided not to be "lonely" for a while.

Soccergoal6_9: Sounds better than a bar hookup.

Meltdown00: Do you have a favorite position…mine is reverse cowgirl 

Soccergoal6_9: I do like a girl to be on top, but I don't mind dominating on top or behind.

Meltdown00: Mmm, so you like to dominate?

Soccergoal6_9: I do…But I don't mind a girl dominating me…especially if they are good at it.

Meltdown00: Do you like to go down?

Soccergoal6_9: Very much so, you?

Meltdown00: Always.

Mark took a breath because their conversation was getting him worked up…much more than he cared to admit.

Soccergoal6_9: Do you go deep?

Meltdown00: Yes…I do like to do that believe it or not.

Soccergoal6_9: Damn, you sound like a lot of fun.

Meltdown00: Mmm…what would you do if you had me in your bed?

Soccergoal6_9: I'd start by kissing you of course before getting you naked…I'd eat you out until you came screaming…Then, I would let you give me head so you can show me those deep skills of yours…Then I would f—k the hell out of you from behind while you scream and beg for more…finish deep inside you.

Mark read back what he wrote…yeah, he had it bad.

Meltdown00: Mmm, sounds nice, though I would make time to bounce up and down on that huge dong of yours.

Soccergoal6_9: Ha…what makes you think it is huge?

Meltdown00: Oh, I just know it is.

They continued with their highly sex-filled conversation…Mark was going to have to visit his bathroom for a cold shower soon:

Meltdown00: Do you want to hook up…like for real?

Mark thought quickly…

Soccergoal6_9: Not opposed to it, but let's at least meet for dinner or something first.

Meltdown00: Friday at 9 pm…Boone's Pizza?

Soccergoal6_9: Ok; what should I look for to recognize you?

Meltdown00: I'll have a red rose at my table…you bring a red rose to match mine.

Soccergoal6_9: I can do that…see you Friday then.

Meltdown00: Looking forward to it…

Mark signed off…he hoped he was not setting himself up for disappointment…but, for right now…a cold shower is what he needed.

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Friday rolled along and Mark went home after working at the police station to get ready for his late date; he had picked up his red rose on the way home, so he put it next to his wallet and then went to shower.

Mark decided to go with a simple pair of dark-wash jeans and a black t-shirt…it was late summer, so it was still going to be warm even at 9 pm. He looked over himself a few times…figuring he looked as good as hr was going to, Mark shut off the lights to his apartment, grabbing his keys, wallet, and red rose before heading out the door:

Boone's Pizza was about thirty minutes from his apartment, but he made it in twenty; he sat outside in his car for a bit, psyching himself up, but so as to be prepared to be disappointed. It was 8:55 pm, so Mark shut off his car and went inside the restaurant.

Boone's Pizza was a small establishment that looked similar to an old-fashioned diner…it was quaint and had a few people inside. Mark looked around the restaurant and spotted the red rose…and his stomach dropped. The red rose belonged to Amanda Young, who was seated, reading through a gossip magazine. Mark started to run out to his car and leave, but he changed his mind…deciding to see how this would play out…he figured Amanda would bail as soon as she saw him.

Mark slowly approached her table, but Amanda was engrossed in her magazine. He laid his rose down next to hers and she looked up…her face losing all color; "Hi." Mark said. Amanda took one look at him and quickly got ten dollars out of her pocket, dropping it on the table; she moved past him and exited the restaurant…Mark followed behind her.

"Amanda, wait." Mark said when they got outside as she headed to the bus stop; "Screw you, Hoffman." Amanda said over her shoulder as she continued to walk. Mark caught up with her and pulled her into a side alley; "Get off me, Mark." She said, trying to wiggle away. He held her; "No…we are going to talk." Amanda looked at him, tears in her eyes; "You knew it was me the entire time and you set me up, didn't you?"

Mark stared at her; "No…I didn't know it was you…I swear on my sister's grave." Amanda stopped fighting him, knowing he would not swear on something like that unless he was telling the truth. Mark looked at her; Amanda looked different tonight…her makeup was softer and her cropped hair was styled…she had on a long slip like black dress and a dark blue denim vest…she always looked good to Hoffman, though he would never admit that to her…but tonight, she looked sexy and Mark decided to let her know.

"You look sexy tonight, Young." He said, studying her face. Amanda blushed; "Ummm, thanks…you look really good yourself." A moment of quiet passed between them before Mark spoke; "I am not opposed to still hooking up with you, Young." Amanda looked at Mark for a bit before answering; "I'm not opposed to it either." Mark smirked; "Let's get a pizza to go and we can go back to my place if you want."

Amanda smiled; "I actually had something set up back at the packing plant…you know that little apartment to the side of it…" Mark nodded; "Didn't want the person to know where you actually lived?" Amanda nodded her head; "Good girl." Mark said.

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Mark and Amanda went inside the apartment that was next to the packing plant, taking their shoes off as they entered; the apartment was part of the property and John sometimes stayed in it…he was currently out of town and would not be using it. When they entered, Mark was taken aback because Amanda had the apartment set up like a little "sweetheart" hotel room…it was adorned in red with accents of black. The only thing missing was a heart-shaped tub.

"This is nice, Young." Mark said as he put the pizza down on the table, which had grape juice in a Champagne bottle on ice with two glasses…he smirked because he had told "meltdown00" that he had stopped drinking, so he understood the grape juice choice. The apartment was a studio so Mark directed his attention to the bed, which had some rose pedals on it; he also saw some condoms on the nightstand…he watched Amanda light several candles that were around the bed and she turned on some soft rock music in the background…lastly, she turned the apartment lights off, which set the mood nicely.

Mark walked towards Amanda, timidly wrapping his arms around her; "I like this." Amanda smiled and leaned up for a kiss; he responded gently at first, but it soon turned passionate. She broke the kiss; "Are you going to do exactly what you told me you were going to do in the chat?" Mark smirked and removed her denim vest, putting it on a chair that was near the bed. He then removed the straps of her dress, letting it pool at the bottom of her feet; he groaned because she was completely naked underneath it.

Mark moved her back to the bed, pushing her down on it; he removed his shirt and kneeled in front of her. Mark spread Amanda's legs wide and began to eat her out; she squirmed and moaned his name several times, which goaded him on. He licked her nub which caused her to grip the bed hard, almost ripping the covers with her nails; "Mark…oh…yes…OH!!" Amanda screamed out, covering his face with her fluids, but he didn't stop there, making her climax two additional times…his face was a sopping mess.

He looked at his exhausted co-apprentice and smirked; "Good?" Amanda nodded as she panted; "My turn whenever you are ready, Young." Once she recovered, Mark sat on the edge of the bed and Amanda undid his pants; he grinned as he wiped his mouth and face off with the back of his hand…Mark had never gotten a woman off three times while giving oral…most of the time, they pushed him away after one time. Amanda looked up as she exposed him; "Ready?" Mark nodded and she put her mouth on him.

Mark threw back his head and moaned loudly as Amanda went deep, stopping at the back of her throat…he nearly lost it when she started bobbing; "You weren't kidding Young…mmm" He moaned so loud that he heard the cats that hung out at the trash cans next to apartment get scared and run away, knocking the cans over…it was the best head job he ever had…even better than Dena France, who was his home town's token slut.

"Mandy…I need you to stop…you are getting me there quick." Amanda withdrew him from her throat; "Ready to f—k me from behind, Soccergoal6_9?" Mark smirked; "Assume the position, meltdown00". Amanda positioned herself on all fours near the edge of the bed while Mark pulled his pants and boxers completely off…he walked over and picked a condom from the assortment that Amanda had on the nightstand; "Going to choose sheer, Mandy…I wanna feel you as much as possible." She grinned, wiggling herself slightly in front of him; "Ready for you, baby."

Mark felt himself get turned on even more when Amanda called him "baby"…it was something he thought he would never hear her call him. Mark lined himself up and teased her a bit before sliding in…if he thought her mouth felt good, then this was a whole other level…she was tight against him, and it got tighter the more he thrust; "Damn Mandy…I never had a piece this tight…you've set the bar high for me." Amanda turned towards him and smirked; "Do I still get to bounce on that huge dong later?"

Mark grabbed her hips; "wrap your legs around my back." She did as he asked and they flipped around so that Mark was on the edge of the bed now with Amanda on top of him; her back to his chest; "Bounce for me, baby." Mark said breathlessly. She did and he gripped the covers tightly; "Mmm, just like that baby…bounce on my huge dong." Amanda continued and Mark's eyes rolled in the back of his head; "You're so good…baby." He said quietly. Amanda turned and captured his lips in a hot kiss; "You too, baby…I think I'm ready for you to be behind me again."

Mark quickly repositioned them and pushed into Amanda hard, both of them moaning loudly, skin slapping filling the apartment; "Deep inside you, baby…you like that?" Mark asked as Amanda moaned out loudly; "Yes baby…so good." He smirked and reached his fingers around the front; "Ready for your fourth, Mandy?" Amanda whimpered; "Yes, Mark…I'm ready…OH!!" Her front half collapsed to the bed, but he continued to pound, desperately trying to reach his end; "Almost there Mandy…oh…SHIT!!" Mark hit his climax hard to the point he was seeing stars in front of his eyes. He collapsed on top of Amanda, but was careful not to crush her…they caught their breath as Mark kissed the back of Amanda's neck; "Damn, that was good, baby." He said as he withdrew from her.

Amanda turned over and grabbed him into yet another passionate kiss; "Hell yes it was…I'm hungry now." Mark nodded; "Me too…let's get redressed and eat." The two apprentices redressed and opened up the pizza box, selecting a slice…they also filled the glasses with grape juice; "Do you really like soccer, Mandy?" Mark asked as they ate and drank. Amanda nodded; "Yes…in fact, Dr. Gordon is trying to get rid of two tickets to a local game that is coming up."

Mark grinned; "Get them from him and we can plan to go if you want." Amanda smiled; "Ok." They continued to eat and drink…Mark let his curiosity get the better of him; "Was Gordon the doctor you slept with?" Amanda looked at him, her face blood red; "Ummm…yeah…are you upset?" Mark shook his head; "No…not at all."

It was quiet a bit longer; "Do you want to be exclusive, Detective?" Mark thought about it; "Yes I do…Though I think we should keep it between us." Amanda nodded her head in agreement; "The soccer name is what attracted me to you in the chat…I was real about that." Mark smirked; "Not the 69?" Amanda giggled; "Maybe…if you show me how good you are at it."

Mark grinned; "Let's finish up and I will show you."

Amanda grinned back; "Looking forward to it, Detective."

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"Come on, Mark…we need someone to help with the rent on this house…we are barely making ends meet," Angie said, trying to get her brother to see reason. Mark shook his head; "Listen, that dumbass Seth was enough to make me not want a roommate ever again…he is the reason why we will never get the security deposit back, among other things." Angie rolled her eyes; "He was a dickhead, Mark…that doesn't mean the next roommate has to be."

Mark sighed and put his face in his hands; he and his sister lived in a rented house on the city's outskirts; he was employed as a city cop, but had not moved up the ranks yet to earn great pay. Angie was going to college half-time to be a dental hygienist and was also working part-time at Twin Peaks, which was a lumberjack-themed restaurant equivalent to Hooters. Mark did not like his sister working at such a place, but she sometimes brought more money in than he did, which kept them afloat.

The house they rented was nice and out of the city; it was fairly close to Angie's college and they were only thirty minutes from the city where their jobs were. When the siblings first rented the house, Mark's longtime girlfriend was the third roommate, but she decided to study abroad for one of her college classes…she never came back, having met someone in Italy. Angie quickly moved her boyfriend, Seth, into the house; he was always behind on rent because he got fired from so many jobs…he spent more time getting drunk than looking for unemployment.

Everything with Seth came to a head when he came home drunk and tried to fight Mark, whom he did not like…the feeling was mutual. Angie tried to intervene and Seth smacked her so hard that she fell into the wall, damaging it. Mark then proceeded to beat the shit out of Seth until the police came after the neighbors called…Mark was almost arrested along with Seth until Angie told them he was protecting her. She agreed to get a restraining order on Seth to keep herself safe and to prevent Mark from going to jail. Seth's stepsister came and got his belongings…the last time either sibling heard about Seth was that he had gotten out of jail and moved to NYC to live with his brother.

"Please, Mark…I don't want to leave this house…I love it." Angie pleaded. Mark sighed again and gave in; "Ok…but they have to agree to a background check, have a job, and pay two months' worth of their part of the rent to start …we might get some decent tenants if we do that." Angie agreed; "Ok…I will put an ad up around campus, in the paper, and places around work." Mark nodded…he hoped they would find a good roommate for a change.

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Within two weeks, a girl that Angie worked with inquired about becoming their roommate; Mark did a background check on Amanda Young, who was also employed at a small library as a second job. Amanda had good references from past landlords and did not have a criminal background…the apartment she was living in was going to be demolished in two months, so she needed to find a new place quickly. Mark agreed to let her move in…Angie said Amanda would move in by the end of the week.

The third bedroom already had a bed and furnishings in it, so all Amanda needed to bring was her personal belongings. Angie and Amanda would share the bathroom upstairs while Mark would retain his downstairs bedroom and the second bathroom that was in the basement with the laundry room attached. The basement also served as a small gathering area with a TV, a couple of old couches, a makeshift bar, and a pool table that was willed to Mark after his uncle died.

Mark hoped that Amanda was a bit cleaner than his sister; he loved Angie, but she was bad about leaving laundry lying around the house and was slow to do dishes, letting them pile up…Angie's room was also a mess, but at least a shut door hid that. Mark also hoped that Angie and Amanda would not gang up on him when it came to certain things that needed to be discussed.

But, there was no time to change roommates again…Amanda would be moving in on Friday.

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On Friday, Mark decided to stay home to greet Amanda because his sister has class during the day. At noon, there was a knock on the door and Mark answered it; he saw a tiny woman with cropped brown hair, big brown eyes that were framed with glasses, and a slight smirk on her face; "Hi…I'm Amanda…you must be Mark." Mark smirked back; "I am…Angie is in class right now…how much stuff do you need to move in?

Amanda held two large duffle bags; "This is it…I sold the rest of my stuff at my old apartment so that I could purchase some new things…it's street parking, right?" Mark looked out and saw a red mid-90s Ford Aspire; "Yeah…it will be fine there…let me show you to your room." Amanda came in and Mark shut the door behind her; he reached to take her bags, but she stopped him; "It's ok…I got it." He grinned and led her up the stairs.

Mark opened the door to her bedroom; "Already furnished and you will share the upstairs bathroom with my sister…the closet is right there and there are hangers already in there. "Amanda nodded; "This is very nice." Mark smiled; "Well, I will let you get unpacked…Angie will be home around 4 pm and we are having dinner at 6 pm…feel free to join us or whatever you choose to do." Amanda smiled; "That sounds nice…I will see you in a bit."

Mark smiled again and shut her bedroom door…he hoped the new roommate would work out.

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Mark was fuming a bit around 4 pm…apparently his sister had decided to go to dinner with some friends after class, leaving him alone with the new roommate. He sighed and went upstairs to tell Amanda…he was going to have some harsh words with Angie later when she got home.

Mark knocked on the bedroom door and Amanda answered it; "Hey…what's up?" Mark peered over her shoulder and saw that she had the bedroom already set up…it was adorned in red and black colors, which was his color scheme in his bedroom; "Ummm…Angie won't be home until later, so you are welcome to anything in the kitchen to eat." Amanda frowned slightly; "Ah, I was looking forward to your cooking…you sister brags about it all the time."

Mark blushed; "Ummm, I can still make dinner if you want me to…I didn't want you to be uncomfortable with it just being me." Amanda grinned; "I am ok with that…I do need to get a shower first." Mark nodded; "I will start on dinner after 5 pm, ok?" Amanda beamed; "Ok…see you then." She closed the door and Mark grinned as he turned to head down the stairs and into the kitchen.

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Mark pulled out the ingredients to make a vegetable lasagna; Angie only ate fish and vegetables, so Mark often made vegetarian meals that he would also enjoy…he hoped Amanda would be ok with what he had planned. He got out a big pot and a baking dish; Mark added water to the pot and started heating it to a boil and greased the baking dish. He then went to the fridge and got out mushrooms, green peppers, jarred minced garlic, and ricotta/mozzarella cheese. Mark made one final move to get the sauce and noodles out of the cupboard…he also grabbed an onion. The water was now at a boil, so Mark added a box of lasagna noodles to it.

Mark sliced the onion first so that his eyes would not be a watering mess the entire time he was cooking; he started on the green peppers and he heard footsteps coming into the kitchen; "What are you making?" Mark looked up and took in what Amanda had on after her shower… low-rise flare jeans, a white tank top that showed off the red bra she had on, and a big black belt that made her waist look even tinier. Her hair was not styled, but casually blow-dried…her makeup was light and she had her glasses on. Mark also noticed that the tank top showed off her toned stomach.

"Uh, I am making a vegetable lasagna," Mark answered quickly so that she didn't think he was staring at her. Amanda smiled; "That sounds yummy…Anything I can help with?" Mark looked at his prep table; "You can halve the mushrooms for me if you want." She nodded and got a knife out of the knife block and opened up the package and mushrooms and started cutting; "So, how long have you been a cop?" Mark continued to cut the green peppers; "About eight years…I hope to move up to Detective soon…more pay."

Amanda nodded; "I moved to the city about three years ago with my boyfriend…he got killed six months after we moved there." Mark looked up; "I'm sorry to hear that." Amanda shrugged; "He was drug dealing, which I did not know about…I should've been clued in by the amount of money he was pulling in, but he convinced me it was legit…shot and killed during a deal that went bad…I was already working at the library part-time, but I needed more money to make it on my own, which is how I ended up at Twin Peaks."

Mark quietly listened, not quite sure what to say; Again…I am sorry about your boyfriend." Amanda chuckled slightly; "There are days I am sorry that he is gone and there are days I am not…he had me in a dangerous situation." Mark nodded; it was true…Amanda could have been targeted in retaliation if deals went bad; "How is it working at Twin Peaks?…my sister never says much about it." Amanda grinned; "It's a job where you dress like a hooker lumberjack and flirt with customers for tips…not much deeper than that."

Mark sighed; "I am not happy that Angie works there but she brings in good money sometimes." Amanda put her knife down and moved the mushroom closer to Mark; "You need not worry, the men that work with us keep us safe if there are any creeps, but those are few and far in-between…respectable men and women are our core patrons. Mark smiled because that made him feel better…he put his knife down; "Ok, I am going to sauté the vegetables real quick…can you check the noodles?"

Amanda scooted passed him and her breasts rubbed against his back, which ignited Mark's loins slightly; he took a deep breath to calm himself as she checked the noodles; "I think they are done…are you ok? You look a bit red." Mark nodded; "Yeah…just the heat from the stove."… And your fine rack rubbing my back.' He thought as he gently ladled the noodles out of the water; "I am going to assemble the lasagna…umm, there's a bottle of white wine in the fridge if you would like to have some."

Amanda smiled and got the wine out of the fridge, and got two wine glasses from the glass rack along with the wine opener…she poured her and Mark a small glass, placing his near him as he assembled the lasagna…"Bottoms up." She said.

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Dinner turned out wonderful; Amanda was impressed with Mark's cooking skills…they also finished the bottle of wine. The two stored leftovers in the fridge and Amanda offered to load the dishwasher. Mark grinned and his cellphone buzzed with a text; Angie was now going to the movies with her friends and wouldn't be home until after 10 pm. Mark frowned…he was honestly pissed at his sister for bailing on him.

He watched Amanda load the dishwasher…he smirked a bit as she bent over…' Fine looking ass you have, roomie.' Mark thought; "When you are done, I will show you the rest of the house, ok?" Amanda turned and smiled; "Sounds fun." Five minutes later; the dishwasher was loaded and turned on; "What are you going to show me first?"

Mark smiled; "I'll show you the basement."

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Mark and Amanda made their way to the basement and he showed her his bathroom/laundry room; "This is my bathroom and also the laundry room…the only thing I ask is that you contribute once a month to buying a small box of powdered detergent." Amanda nodded; "Is liquid detergent ok?" Mark shook his head positively; "Yes, either is fine."

Mark then showed her the "entertainment" room; "Wow, this is nice, Mark." He grinned; "I usually come down here by myself to read or watch my shows..quieter in here. Amanda looked at the pool table; "Love this…want to play a game?" Mark smirked; "Sure…you want something from the bar?" Amanda grinned; "You got any vodka?" Mark looked on his shelf; "I got regular and my sister has this grape flavored kind…two bottles actually…she lied to me and said she only got one."

Amanda snickered; Angie must have hid a lot from Mark…she did comment that he could be overprotective sometimes, but was thankful he got her to see Seth for what he truly was; "I'll do the grape flavored one…I will get your sister another bottle." Mark got two shot glasses out and he got a bottle of Jack; "Let's take a shot to start the game…every time one of us scores or scratches…we have to take a shot." Amanda said. Mark grinned…he was game and poured their shots; "Bottoms up."

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Mark was surprised at how good Amanda was at pool…so much so that she was already pretty lit and they were not finished with the game yet; "Feeling good?" Mark asked as he lined up his next shot. Amanda giggled; "A bit…I can hold it better than your sister." Mark took his shot and made it…a shot of Jack followed; "Apparently, my sister lives a bit wilder than I thought…she acts like she doesn't do such things."

Amanda lined up her shot; "She is pretty mild compared to the other girls at Twin Peaks…the girls tease her about you a lot." Mark frowned; "Why?" Amanda made her shot and drank her shot glass of vodka; "One of the girls saw a picture of you in the paper…I think it was for a case that was solved…they started teasing Angie about how hot you were."

Mark smirked a bit; "Really?" Amanda nodded; "Yes…really." He lined up his last shot before the "8" ball and made it; Mark poured himself another shot; "So, did you tease her?" Amanda smirked and lined up her last shot, making it and throwing back another grape vodka; "No…it sorta bothered her, so I didn't play with that." Mark nodded and prepared for the "8" ball, pointing to what pocket he was aiming for; "No other reason, huh?" Amanda grinned and moved closer to him; "I do think you're sexy…not just hot."

Mark scratched in his shot and frowned; "That was mean." Amanda smirked; "Not being mean, at all." Mark smirked back and put his pool stick down as Amanda put hers down as well; he pulled her in close to him and ran his tongue over her lips; "You look so f—king sexy in your clothes…being truthful." Amanda grinned and licked his neck; "You've had a hard on since dinner, huh?" Mark chuckled; "Maybe…but I have one now." He placed her hand on his crotch and Amanda hungrily attacked his mouth…shoving her tongue deep in it.

Mark picked Amanda up and put her on the pool table, not breaking the kiss; she wrapped her legs around him, bringing him in even closer. He broke the kiss and pulled her tank top off; the red bra was a sheer material…so sheer that he could see her nipples through it. Mark smirked and applied his mouth to the bra, sucking her right nipple through the bra. Amanda moaned and squirmed, pulling down her left bra strap to fully expose her breast. Mark growled and latched onto her bare nipple, sucking it hard.

Mark let go and was about to move to something different when Amanda grabbed his head and pulled it to her now exposed right breast, wanting it sucked hard as well…he enthusiastically obliged until she cried out. Amanda let go and they both recovered, breathing deeply. Mark grinned and undid her belt and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them and her sheer red underwear off at the same time. Amanda grinned and put her hand on her sensitive nub; "You like to watch, Mark?"

Mark grinned and groaned; "I do…as long as I get to taste it later." She smirked; "You will." Mark watched as Amanda worked herself up and orgasmed softly…she smiled; "Ready to taste now." Mark pushed her upper body back on the pool table as he brought her legs over his shoulder, raising her lower half to meet his lips, tonguing her slowly. Amanda wiggled, her legs quivering as Mark sped up. She screamed as she felt Mark suck her nub just as hard as he did her breasts earlier…Amanda kicked her legs as they continued to shake…she was screaming so loud that Mark feared his neighbors would think another fight was going on at their house.

Finally, she got off, covering Mark's lips and neck in wetness; he released Amanda's lowered body and it sank to the pool table. Mark grinned down at her; "Good?" She grinned back; "Hell yeah." Amanda lay on her stomach across the pool table, her head close to where Mark stood; "I think you need to get naked, roomie." He smirked and removed his t-shirt…Amanda grinned; "You got the makings of a "V-cut" there, Mark." He grinned back…Mark's body had always been thick, but it turned to muscle when he started lifting weights in high school; he had begun a new lifting program, and some of the exercises he did were causing a "V-cut" to form on his body, even though he had a ways to go.

Mark slowly lowered his sweatpants and boxers at the same time, completely removing them. Amanda groaned, looking at his swollen member; she said nothing and immediately took him into her mouth, sliding to the back of her throat. Mark tilted his head up and gripped the sides of the pool table…it was good. His knees nearly buckled when Amanda started moving her head up and down; "You're gonna get me addicted to this, Amanda." She doubled down on her efforts and Mark moaned loudly…almost at a screaming pitch; "Maybe you want me addicted" He said softly.

Amanda released him from her throat: "You can call me, Mandy…maybe the next act will make us fully addicted." Mark smirked; "I'll be back." He left and went to his bathroom and got out a box of condoms, a bit nonplussed to see some of them missing…his sister was a sneaky one…he wasn't gonna fall for her "prim and proper" act anymore. He selected a condom and put the box back in the cabinet and headed back to the pool table.

When he got back, Amanda had completely removed her red bra and had her legs swinging off the side of the pool table. Mark grinned and put the condom on, moving between her legs; "Ready?" Amanda grinned back and shook her head…he entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to him; "Shit, you're thick." She commented, breathing slowly. Mark smiled and softly kissed her neck as he gave her all the time she needed; "Let me know when you're comfortable."

Amanda wrapped her legs around his back; "Just go slow for a bit…I feel like you are in my stomach." Mark grinned again and started thrusting slowly; "Way to blow my ego up, Mandy." She smiled and pulled him into a hot kiss, her body slowly relaxing to him. Mark continued to go slowly, but his partner wanted more; "Faster." Amanda said after she broke away from his lips. He sped up and she moaned, digging her nails into his back; "Shit…harder!!"

Mark grabbed her hips and bucked into her hard over and over again…Amanda was so wet that he blushed a bit about the sounds their sex was making, but it was good…great even. She started moaning loudly again, and Mark was panting hard with each thrust; "You feel amazing Mandy…you are spoiling me." Amanda smirked; "Wait until I get on top."

Mark immediately carried her over to the couch and he sat down with Amanda straddling his lap; "I'm waiting Mandy." He said, locking eyes with her. Amanda grabbed the back of the couch and pulled hard into him repeatedly, rolling her hips at times. Mark tilted back his head; "You weren't fibbing." He said and he grabbed the back of the couch to ground himself…the couch itself thumped hard against the wall every time Amanda pushed into him and Mark's eyes rolled back, completely addicted to what his new roommate was giving him.

He stopped her and smirked; "My turn to get you completely addicted, Mandy." Mark carried her back to the pool table and put her down in front of it; he then turned Amanda so that her front was leaning against the pool table…she grinned and spread her legs wide for him. Mark lined himself up and slammed into her, going harder with each thrust; "You like that Mandy?"

Amanda screamed out and then moaned; "Yes…HARDER!!" Mark obliged tenfold…he never plowed into a woman this hard…mainly because they couldn't take it…but Amanda Young sure was; she scratched the felt on the pool table as he continued pounding into her…Mark could tell that she was loving the friction that the edge of the pool table was giving her as she bucked wildly; "Mark…I'm so close…PLEASE…HARDER!!."

Mark grabbed her hips hard and thrusted as hard as his body would allow him; the sounds coming from his throat were almost animalistic…Amanda had woken up something in him unbridled and only she could satisfy it; "I wanna f—k you every night." He figured that would scare her, but she replied; "I WILL…I WILL…OH!!" Amanda screamed and collapsed across the pool table.

Mark barely had time to recover before Amanda pushed him back to the couch and pulled the condom off…she put her mouth on him and started bobbing; Mark screamed out as he climaxed…watching his roommate not let up until he was completely done. Mark's head fell back and Amanda crawled into his lap, kissing his chest and neck. Despite what she just did, Mark grabbed her face and kissed Amanda passionately, not minding that he was being a "dirty boy" right now.

They rested for a bit…it was 9:30 pm, so Angie would be home soon; "I meant what I said about every night." Amanda lifted her head and looked at Mark; "And I meant what I said too." He smiled and placed a couple of soft kisses on her lips; "We do need to head back upstairs…Angie will be home soon." Amanda smiled; "I still need to take my last pool shot." She got up, still naked, and picked up her pool stick and the cue ball; Amanda lined her shot and pointed to where the "8" ball would go. Mark walked up and kissed the middle of her back as she shot…she made it and smirked; "I win."

Mark grinned and ran his tongue down her lower back, softly kissing her buttocks before standing up; "Let's take one more shot and head upstairs."

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Angie came through the front door and saw Mark and Amanda sitting on the couch, watching reruns of Seinfeld; "Hey, sorry I bailed on you guys earlier today…did everything go ok?" Mark looked at his sister; "Everything went fine…we had dinner, shot some pool, and now we are watching TV." Angie smiled; "I think I will join you two after I change into my pajamas…be back."

Angie made her way up the stairs; "You think she suspects anything?" Amanda asked once she was out of earshot. Mark shrugged and moved a bit closer to Amanda; "I don't know, but you can come to my room for our "fun." Amanda grinned and gave Mark a passionate kiss…they broke apart and continued to watch Seinfeld.

Angie smiled as she secretly watched Mark and Amanda kiss on the couch; she had intently left them alone in the hope that they would get to know each other better and it seemed to work. All of Angie's co-workers had expressed interest in wanting to move into their house, mainly to get close to her brother…the only person Angie trusted with Mark was Amanda; she was more mature than the other girls and she seemed like the type that would not break Mark's heart like his old girlfriend, Beth, did.

Angie felt her cellphone vibrate and she looked at her text messages and smiled; she had met a guy named Adam at the movies…he seemed really nice and had a job in photography…he wanted to take her to lunch tomorrow. Angie smiled and replied positively to Adam; she put her cellphone away and glanced at her brother and new roommate one more time…they were kissing again.

Angie grinned and went into her bedroom to change into her pajamas.

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Mark grinned as he planted his letter and tore John's original letter to Amanda, discarding it in the trash. He had a day to fine-tune the Rack before the next big game…the next couple of days would be getting all the victims to bring them to the packing plant to put them in their assigned traps.

As he made his way to where the Rack was stored, he thought he heard wailing coming from one of the abandoned rooms…Mark knew they had no victims yet in the building…. Someone might have gotten in thinking the place was abandoned and was trapped…this could lead to a whole host of problems, so it needed to be dealt with.

Mark quickly figured out which door it was and checked to see if it was locked…it was, but the bottom of the door had plenty of clearance for him to see the person inside if he lay down on the floor. Mark positioned himself and looked…he saw no stranger…instead, he saw Amanda, who was crying so hard that she was pulling her hair tightly at the scalp.

"F—k you, John…how could you do this to me? Why would you lie to me like that?… The f—k am I going to do now?" Amanda never cursed John at all…Amanda always believed that the world began and ended with John…or at least that is what Mark thought.

He watched as she put her hands down from her hair trying to compose herself…Mark held his hand over his mouth when he saw that Amanda had a pregnancy test in her lap…she looked at it again and wailed…she sank to the floor and curled up into a ball…he saw enough and left.

Mark knew that John had a power over Amanda…she would do anything for him…but, it seemed that John had not been truthful to her when it came to what had obviously occurred. Mark could not shake the belief that John had deceived Amanda on purpose…why…he had no idea.

Mark went to check the Rack over…the knot in his stomach getting tighter.

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The knot in Mark's stomach did not go away, so he decided to get some tea to settle himself. He came up the stairs to the makeshift kitchen and saw Amanda looking at tea bags; "Of course; there is no caffeine-free tea." Mark swallowed and made his presence known; "How's it going, Young?" Amanda turned towards him…it looked like she had redone her makeup and hair…she no longer looked like she was falling apart; "Ok…just wish I had some caffeine-free tea."

Without thinking, Mark said; "I can go get you some…I think I need something lighter than black tea." Amanda looked at him like he had a horn growing out of his head; "Ummm, thanks…I would appreciate that." Mark nodded; "Do you need anything else?" Amanda was quiet for a moment; "Cheese Bagel Bites if you can find them." He nodded again; "Ok…I will be back in a bit…where will you be?" Amanda shrugged; "Here, I guess." He grinned a bit before getting his keys and heading out the door.

When Mark returned, he had ginger tea for himself and got Amanda an assortment of caffeine-free teas…he also purchased five boxes of cheese Bagels Bites because ShopRite had a promotion deal for them…he also got himself a premade chicken Caesar wrap from the deli. Mark came inside the kitchen and Amanda was seated at the table, reading through a Good Housekeeping magazine…he had never seen her read that type of magazine before.

"Here's your tea and Bagel Bites," Mark said, handing her the bag. Amanda smiled a bit; "Thanks." She looked in the bag and then looked up at him; "You didn't have to get all of that." Mark shrugged; "ShopRite had some deals going on and I took advantage of it." She nodded…she got up and put the remaining four boxes of Bagel Bites in the freezer while she put the other box in the microwave; she then put some water in the tea kettle and turned the stove on.

Mark got out two mugs and set them down on the table and got his wrap out…he decided to ask about the magazine; "New reading material?" Amanda nodded; "I got it as a sample for a subscription…I like it, so I will put it in my magazine rotation." The tea kettle whistled and Amanda took it off the stove and added water to their mugs…she turned off the stove and got her Bagel Bites out of the microwave. Mark out his ginger tea bags in his mug while Amanda chose a blueberry tea.

They sat quietly and ate their food…the quiet was deafening and Amanda spoke; "I'm pregnant, Mark…I don't know what to do about it." He tried to keep his face neutral; "Have you spoken to the Dad yet?" He wanted to see how much she would tell him. Amanda sighed; "No…the Dad told me that getting pregnant with him was not possible…I shouldn't have fallen for that…but, I believed him."

Mark let the quiet take over again before speaking; "Do you want to get rid of it?" It was blunt, but he knew that it was probably going through Amanda's mind; "No…I don't…But, I don't know how the Dad will react…he may want me to get rid of it." Mark frowned; "It's your body Amanda…you control it, not him." She nodded; "I can't believe he lied to me about that." Mark thought carefully about what to say next; "Maybe he was wrong."

Amanda shook her head; "No…he said he was certain." Mark kept his face masked, but he was angry…why would John deceive her like that?

They ate the rest of their dinner and did not mention the baby…Amanda did mention a recipe she wanted to try from the Good Housekeeping magazine, but did not know some of the terminology used…Mark said he would help her with the terms when she was ready to make the recipe. Amanda smiled…a genuine smile.

After dinner, Amanda went to check on John, who was in his sick room and then she was going to go to bed. Mark told her he was going to go to bed after he did some more adjustments to the Rack.

What Amanda didn't know is that after she went to sleep, Mark was going to confront John about his deception…if this is how John found out about his baby, then so be it.

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Mark finished his work on the Rack and headed back to his bedroom…he decided to take a detour and go back to the trash can where he had thrown away the pieces of John's letter…Mark could not shake the feeling that all of this, which included the game, was connected. He looked in the trash can and got the torn pieces back out…Mark then went to his bedroom and pieced it back together.

This did not quell any of Mark's suspicions;

Amanda,

You have an important choice to make; kill Dr. Denlon, an innocent woman in our game…or, carry my baby…the baby you played a role in taking from me…I know you were there with Cecil; I've always known…I regret not being truthful to you when you decided to give yourself to me…you always said you would do anything for me…make the right choice, Amanda…Gideon's sibling is depending on it.

Best,

John

Mark almost threw up his dinner…John would force Amanda to kill Dr. Denlon…hell, Mark was forcing her to do it too to keep her secret…a secret that John knew all along. He breathed deeply…all of this was bullshit…John's teachings were bullshit and Mark had nearly submitted to it…this was not teaching people to value one's life…it was a twisted way of playing "God"… the "God" John thought he was…God himself would cast John out just like Satan…Mark understood this and he had not been to church in a decade.

Mark took another breath and pocketed the letter; he walked over and got his gun out of the desk…the one he was going to plant next to Amanda's "letter". He also got out a silencer and added it to the gun; Mark opened his bedroom door and made his way to the sick room.

It was time to confront "Daddy".

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Mark walked into the sickroom; John was asleep, but slowly came to when he realized someone was in the room; "What can I do for you, Detective Hoffman?" John said, his voice dry and cracking.

Mark looked at John; "Did you deceive her?" John looked at Mark…he knew the old man was out of it, but he needed to know; "DID YOU DECEIVE HER JOHN?" Mark pointed his gun at him; TELL ME…NOW!!" John took a breath, but then grinned; "So, you know…Amanda owes me…she owes me for Gideon, whether she likes it or not."

Mark took a breath, but still kept his gun on John; "You've deceived everyone…appreciating people's lives my ass…at least Seth's game meant something to me…you are just a sad old man that wants people to suffer like the cancer is making you suffer…you are gonna die John, you are not going to be around for that baby…Amanda will be left all alone to take care of your deception…she f—ked up when it came to Gideon…you put her in a bear trap that was going to kill her…you probably wanted her to die."

John remained silent and Mark grinned; "You wanted her to…she didn't, so you made her into a surrogate because your wife left your ass." John grinned; "She owes me, Detective…I already said that."

Mark felt sick to his stomach…looked at John again… studying his face; "You were going to kill her after she had your kid, weren't you?…even if you weren't going to be alive…someone else was going to care for that kid." John smirked; "You will never know, Detective."

Mark smirked back and put his gun down; John held his eyes on him; "Detective Hoffman…if you have nothing else to talk about, please kindly leave my room…I need to rest." Mark nodded and left the room, closing the door. John settled back in the bed and closed his eyes…Ten minutes later, he felt what oxygen he could breathe being cut off…a pillow had covered his face as the person held tight, putting all their weight on him to stop his breathing…

John "Jigsaw" Kramer was no more…the person removed the pillow and left the sick room…taking the pillow with them.

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The next morning, Mark made himself some coffee and grabbed a bagel, placing it in the toaster. He sat down at the table and looked through yesterday's paper, and started doing a crossword puzzle…he was so enthralled in finishing it that the bagel popping out of the toaster spooked him. Mark chuckled a bit and went to get the bagel and some butter out of the fridge for it… Satisfied with his breakfast, he continued to work on the crossword puzzle as he ate.

"Mark…I need you to come with me…quickly!!" Amanda said running into the kitchen. Mark got up; "What's wrong?" She grabbed his hand; "Just come with me, please!!"

Amanda led Mark to the sickroom, where the dead body of John Kramer lay; "I went to give him his medicine and he was blue, Mark…he must have passed away sometime last night." Mark walked over and looked at John's body…he was blue and cold to the touch…he was for sure dead.

Amanda looked at Mark; "I guess the cancer finally got him." Mark nodded; "I guess it did."

They were quiet for a few moments before Amanda spoke; "What are we going to do?" Mark sighed; "We need to ask ourselves this question…do we want to continue this?" Amanda looked down; "I want to, but I have a feeling that this will blow up in our faces at some point..: I don't want to have a baby in prison."

Mark nodded; "So, are you keeping it?" Amanda looked up; "I am going to have the baby…rather or not I will keep it afterwards remains to be seen…I am in no place to raise a child right now." Mark had to agree with her…she didn't even have a place to live other than the warehouse or the packing plant; "My opinion…the packing plant needs to go…the warehouse…we can decide on it later."

Amanda nodded; "How are we going to get rid of it?" Mark thought for a moment and then said; "Burn it to the ground."

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They spent the rest of the day getting anything important out of the packing plant…Amanda chose to get the Billy Puppet in case it would be needed in the future for whatever reason. Mark went through everything to see if there was anything that could be incriminating…he found nothing, but the warehouse and the two safe houses would have to be checked also.

They loaded up what they could into John's old Yukon; "Go to the safe house at Browning Street…put the Yukon in the garage…I will be over when I am finished here." Mark said. Amanda nodded; "You gonna be able to do this by yourself?" He shrugged; "Guess so…we will find out…I think it will be dangerous if you try to help me given your condition…how far along are you?"

Amanda took a deep breath; "Three months." Mark stared…she needed to start getting prenatal care soon; "Ok…we will talk about it later…just do what I asked, ok? Please." Amanda sighed and got in the Yukon; "Don't get hurt." Mark smirked; "I won't." She smirked back; "See ya."

Mark watched her drive off…he quickly went back inside the packing plant…he had some setting up to do.

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Mark set up John's body in a chair and strapped it down…he added the bear trap to the dead man's head. He set the timer and walked away…he would come back and check on it in a moment.

Mark poured gasoline in various areas of the packing plant…he hoped that the police would buy this as a Jigsaw lair that had been abandoned after John Kramer, "the victim" was killed…whoever Jigsaw "was" burnt the plant to the ground and took off…the kidnappings and killings would cease, which would take the radar off of Jersey eventually.

Mark was a bit upset that Amanda had taken the Billy Puppet…he wasn't sure if Amanda truly wanted to stop the Jigsaw legacy…Mark wasn't even 100% sure if he wanted to stop either…but, this needed to be done…it was one less thing tying them to John Kramer.

Mark walked to his bedroom and reached under the bed, pulling a hidden pillow out…he had smothered John while he slept…the old man was not even being truthful to his teachings and he needed to go…the lung cancer could mask the suffocation, or Mark hoped it did. Mark placed the pillow back on his bed and left the room.

He went to Amanda's bedroom and did a check to see if anything was left that she would need. Mark prepared to close the door when a drawer that had popped out caught his eye; he opened it and found a pillow hidden in it…Mark took the pillow out and looked at it…he had waited some time before he went back to smother John…it was dark, so Mark only saw the outline of the old man in the bed…John did not fight Mark when he put the pillow on his face; he figured the medicine had conked him out.

Mark looked at the pillow again…maybe he and Amanda had the same idea about John…it is possible that she got to John first and suffocated him…he didn't fight Mark because he was already dead. He smirked a bit; "Great minds think alike." Mark said as he put the pillow on Amanda's bed and left the room.

He did his final checks and went to check on John…he didn't stare too long because Mark did not want to throw up…John's face was a mushy mess…exactly what Mark wanted. He exited the room and took the gasoline cans with him.

Mark exited the outside door and put all the cans but one inside John's other car, which was an old Chevrolet S-10 Blazer. He took a cloth and put it inside the gas can, leaving enough room to light a fuse. Mark walked back to the entrance door and opened it up…he lit the fuse and threw the fan inside…he shut the door quickly and ran to the Blazer. Mark started it and moved to the road entrance of the plant…he turned around and saw the fire was starting and was quickly gaining ground in the old building.

Mark watched for a bit until a few windows exploded out…the blaze kept growing…he smirked and drove off…the packing plant continued to burn.

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A few months passed and the Jigsaw stories were starting to fade from the news media…the packing plant had burnt to the ground and as Mark hoped, they bought the story that whoever Jigsaw "was" had set the building ablaze after John Kramer failed his "test". The old man was given a proper burial by his estranged wife, Jill Tuck.

Mark had contacted Dr. Lawrence Gordon, who had been blackmailed into being John's "surgeon", to get Amanda set up on some kind of prenatal care plan. Dr. Gordon made it clear that this was the last favor he would do for anyone associated with Jigsaw…he found Amanda a "midwife" who could provide her the care she needed in a home setting…Gordon emphasized the word "home" many times. Mark rolled his eyes at the pompous doctor…he understood.

Mark decided to make the safe house on Browning Street her "home"…Brad and Ryan, who sometimes did "grunt work" for John (who never told the men his association with the Jigsaw games and had plans to put them in a game of their own concerning their cheating girlfriend), was paid by Mark (using John's secret money that he hid in the other safe house, which was cleaned out to its abandoned state again) to fix the house up to a good living standard so Amanda could receive care from the midwife until she gave birth.

The work on the house turned out nicely and Amanda met her midwife, Cassandra, who was a lady in her early 50s. Mark had given Amanda a large sum of John's secret money to pay Cassandra and to also keep utilities on at the safe house…John had put the utilities under an alias (Gillian Johnson), so Amanda just continued to pay them as the bills were sent to a mailbox.

Mark continued to work at the police station, happily avoiding detection from the death of Seth Baxter and his association with John Kramer. He did visit the warehouse every week to make sure things were still secure…anything of importance that was found in the packing plant and the safe houses was brought there and stored away. He also checked on Amanda three times a week, who seemed to be warming to motherhood as time went on.

During Amanda's eighth month of pregnancy, Mark realized he had developed feelings for her…he couldn't wait to see her or to hear about how things with baby Angelo were going. But, Mark decided to keep his feelings to himself…she had too much going on and didn't need more added to her plate.

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Amanda gave birth to Angelo Adam Young at the safe house…Cassandra had requested that no one be present during the birth and mother and baby not have any visitors for at least a month. It made Mark antsy because he wanted to see Amanda and Angelo, but he needed to honor Cassandra's wishes.

Six weeks after Angelo's birth, Mark was allowed to go visit the safe house. When he entered, Amanda took him to the nursery where Angelo was asleep; the baby boy was 6lbs and tiny…Mark thought his eyes looked like Amanda's…in fact, Angelo favored his mother more than John…at least for right now. Mark did get to hold him a bit before it was time for his nap…Mark always imagined holding his own or his sister's baby…that all faded when Angie died and he became obsessed with revenge more than moving on.

"So, what do you think of him?" Amanda asked as she set out a fruit and cheese tray along with some iced tea. Mark smiled; "He's a cute one…seems pretty quiet too. Amanda smiled back as she ate some strawberries; "He is a morning crier, which is good for me because that allows me to sleep at night… 5 am on the dot, he cries and it is time to get up."

Mark smirked; "Cassandra still checking on you two?" Amanda nodded; "She said that her meetings with me will be monthly now or if an emergency arises…she seems pleased with how everything went." Mark sipped his iced tea; "So, Jigsaw is starting to fade in the news…not one mention this month." Amanda was quiet for a moment; "Is the warehouse still protected?"

Mark put his tea down; "Yeah…it's ready for whatever." The quiet passed between them and Amanda spoke; "I have something to confess Mark." Mark looked at her; "Spill it." She sighed; "I smothered John to death…I just couldn't take it anymore." Mark let her comments sink in; "Great minds think alike, Amanda." She stared at him, confused and Mark took a breath; "I smothered John as well, but I think you had gotten to him first because he didn't put up a fight…it was dark."

Amanda nodded; "Did you have the same reason as me…just tired of it?" Mark took a breath; "No…I know he is Angelo's father and he lied to you about his sperm count." Amanda was quiet; "How did you figure it out…did he tell you?" Mark shook his head; "I heard you crying in one of the rooms in the basement…I thought maybe someone had gotten in and was trapped…I looked under the door because it was locked…I saw you crying and looking at the pregnancy test."

The quiet passed through again; "Did you confront him?" Amanda asked. Mark rubbed his hands together; "I did…I wanted to know why he deceived you like that…he knew you were there the night Gideon was miscarried…he said you owed this to him or some shit he liked to spout off." Nothing was said between the two for a bit; "So, you killed him because he deceived me?" Amanda asked, voice shaking. Mark looked at her; "Yes…and for all the other people he deceived…he couldn't even follow his teachings."

They sat in silence for a while yet again; "I killed him because he lied to me, Mark…so I guess we are on the same page about deception…his lie could have easily killed me…Thankfully, I was in better health to carry a baby than I thought." Mark nodded; "He wasn't going to be around for the baby, Amanda…you know that." Amanda shook her head and grabbed a piece of cheese; "I wanna thank you for getting everything set up for me with Angelo…I had no idea what to do."

Mark smirked a bit; "Someone had to step up." Amanda smirked back and then got serious; "Are we going to continue the legacy?" Mark thought about it; "Maybe…but John's teachings need to go out the window." They were quiet again, drinking and snacking…it was more comfortable now; "I know where you got Angelo's middle name…how did you decide on the first name?" Mark asked.

Amanda looked at him deeply; "The name was inspired by your sister, Angelina." Mark took a breath because he could feel the tears starting to come…Amanda took him into her arms and hugged him; "I didn't mean to upset you." Mark chuckled a bit; "No…I like it." Amanda pulled back and looked at him…she said nothing as she planted her lips on his…Mark sighed and deepened the kiss…he wanted this…wanted her…wanted her and Angelo.

He broke the kiss; "Ummm, are you able to…you know?" Amanda smirked; "F—k?" Mark laughed at her bluntness; "Well…yeah." She smiled; "Yes…as long as it isn't rough…Though I would like to have you like that." Mark blushed; "I do have protection." Amanda grinned; "I had an IUD put in after Angelo was born…I need to be more responsible and not just take people's word for it…I also have a good bill of health now." Mark smiled; "I am also in a good bill of health…even better since the drinking stopped."

Amanda smiled; "Let me check on Angelo and we can go to my bedroom for a while." Mark smiled back…his heart beating out of his chest in excitement…and love that he was not sure if he was ready to confess yet.

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Amanda smiled as Mark laid her down on the bed…both of them naked…he took in her body, which had a bit of healthy weight added to it now…she did not look like she had a baby six weeks ago. Mark kissed her taut stomach and she heard her sigh, feeling her hands go into his hair. He kissed his up Amanda's body, but paused for a moment; "Is it ok if I…" Amanda chuckled; "I'm using formula, so yes, you may."

He grinned and applied his mouth to her breasts, going very easy on her nipples with his tongue. Mark slid his hand down to Amanda's core and gently inserted one finger; "Ok?" He asked, pulling away from her chest briefly. She moaned; "Yes…you can add another if you want." Mark did as she requested and he felt her arousal spike on his fingers…Amanda moaned again and ran her fingernails up and down his back. Mark continued to pump his fingers and suck on her breasts…he added a thumb to her bundle of nerves and Amanda moaned even louder; "Shit…Hoffman…that feels so good…don't stop."

Mark kept up his ministrations until Amanda shook hard…his hand covered in her liquids. He removed his mouth from her breasts and took his wet hand, licking his tongue around his fingers; "Mmm…tasty little thing you are." Mark groaned as Amanda pulled his hand from his mouth and placed it in her own…licking and sucking like she had a lollipop in her mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head; "I hope you give me head, Mandy."

Amanda removed his hand from her mouth; "Lean against the bed, Hoffman." He grinned and got off the bed, leaning against the bedpost. Amanda got off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him; Mark smirked down at her…she smirked back; "Put it in my mouth, baby." Mark groaned and did as she asked; Amanda swallowed him up until he reached the back of her throat…he dug his nails into the bedpost; "Damn baby…you got some skills." He managed to say between pants and moans…he never took his eyes off Amanda.

Reluctantly, Mark had her stop…he pulled her up so that they were face to face; "I wanna make love to you, Mandy." She looked at him, questioning his words, but he didn't let up; "You heard me…I want you to make love to me." Amanda blinked and passionately kissed him; "You love me?" She said after they broke apart. Mark nodded; "Yes…I knew for sure when you were eight months pregnant…I want to take care of you and Angelo."

Amanda smiled; "I love you too, Hoffman…and yes, you can take care of us…I am tired of trying to fight the world alone…Angelo needs a good Daddy. Mark smiled; "I will be…always."

Mark laid Amanda back on the bed again and got on top of her…he gently entered her, going slow…waiting for her to let him know she wanted more. Amanda wrapped her legs around Mark's back and kissed him several times; "You feel so good, Mark…so good." She said softly. He smiled and started increasing his speed a bit; "Still good?" Amanda shook her head in affirmation and sucked on his neck, causing him to moan loudly.

"Faster baby…please." Amanda sighed. Mark obliged but was careful not to go too rough…At least not this time. Amanda tilted her head back and Mark latched on to the side of her neck, sucking. She was almost crying; "Please…I'm almost there…PLEASE!!" Amanda came undone and her orgasm squeezed Mark surprisingly tight…he moaned in pure pleasure as he finished inside her…still moaning low as he came down from his high.

He lay down next to her, softly kissing the side of her face; "Tomorrow…let's go to the warehouse…talk over some things." He said between kisses. Amanda nodded; "Do you want to stay over tonight?" Mark grinned; "Yes…I will stay over all the time if you will have me." Amanda grinned back and kissed his lips; "Yes."

In two months' time, Mark would move out of his apartment and into the safe house, or "their house" as they called it. Amanda soon went to work on blueprints for traps, holding Angelo at her hip while Mark began to gather people to make their vision of Jigsaw come to fruition.

Mark officially signed off as the father of Angelo on the baby boy's birth certificate…he would not be known as a stepfather…but more as the father who stepped up…Mark wouldn't have it any other way.

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Mark Hoffman sat on an airplane, heading out to Las Vegas; it was not a pleasure trip, but a job. Mark had been asked to fill in for a bodyguard/security teammate that would be absent for a few weeks…it was a pop singer who had a residency currently going on at the Vegas strip.

Amanda Young, better known under her stage name Mandy, was headlining at the Palms hotel at the Pearl Concert Theater. Mandy had burst on the pop scene at 17 years old and became a pop star known for dance-based performance and provocative costumes. When Mandy was 24 years old, she took a break to marry and start a family with a fellow pop star; however, their marriage ended five years later, shortly after she gave birth to premature twin girls. The divorce was civil and co-parenting followed.

Mandy decided to start recording music again at 31 years old with a new manager, who allowed her to show more of her vocal talents; her comeback was a success and she toured to support her album. Her manager then inked a huge deal for her to do a staggered residency at the Palms; Mandy liked it because she stayed in one area and could fly back to LA quickly to see her two girls. The residency was successful and more shows were added. As it stood right now, the girls were on holiday with their father in Alaska, and Mandy had just started the new leg of her residency.

Mark Hoffman had been a detective for the Metropolitan Police Department for nearly 15 years…he became disillusioned when he was passed up for a promotion that was given to his ass kissing partner, Eric Matthews. Mark decided to put in his two-week notice and began working for a private security firm…he worked on the road a lot protecting various public and private figures; the job paid well, but Mark was a bit nonplussed about the retirement benefits…he would need to figure out a retirement plan on his own.

Mark had been wary about taking the job of security for a pop star; however, people that had worked for Mandy before said she was quite down to Earth and mostly keep to herself…she was on the cover of every gossip magazine until after the birth of her twins…she became more guarded about her and her daughters' privacy. Mandy was not a diva by any means…so Mark decided to take the job.

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Mark landed at the airport and was immediately taken by a passenger car to the Palms hotel. He was quickly shown where he would have his lodging before being ushered to the Pearl Concert Theater. When Mark walked in, Mandy was rehearsing for tonight's performance; though her new manager had focused on her singing talent, her fans expected her to continue to do dance performances. Mark was taken to his spot that he would secure for the performance, which was near the walkway that went between the main stage and a smaller stage.

The head of security discussed Mark's "points of interest" during the concert; it was pretty basic, but he would need to make sure that the fans stayed off the stages and the walkway. The head of security left to talk to another guard so Mark continued to research his "area". Mandy and two of her male dancers moved to the walkway where Mark was and started doing their part of the performance there; Mandy was on her knees and was bent back by one of her dancers…the song being performed was a heavily sex filled number.

Mandy turned towards Mark while she was bent back and shot him a sexy stare…he blushed and she smiled. Her dancers lifted her off the floor as the routine ended. They held for a bit until the next song started and Mandy moved to the main stage…she smiled again at Mark, who yet again blushed…he thought she was very pretty and she was not even made up for the concert yet.

Mandy and a large group of dancers then did another number before exiting the stage…she turned to take one more look at Mark…he didn't blush this time, but grinned as she disappeared behind the stage.

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Mark went back to his room and selected what he would wear tonight; the only request was that a black blazer must be worn. He selected a medium red button-up shirt and a pair of dark jeans…he would wear his usual black boots that he "broke in" quite a bit over the years. Mark did not need to be ready for the pre-show until 7:30 pm, so he had three hours…he decided to take an hour nap before ordering room service for dinner…the meals were discounted for Mandy's staff.

An hour later, Mark woke up and grabbed a quick shower before ordering his food. At 7 pm, he dressed and then he was heading to the backstage area 15 minutes later.

At the backstage area, Clyde, the head of security once again went over the "points of interest" for each guard…he also gave out headsets that the guards would be able to speak and hear over. Satisfied with the plan, Clyde left to take his place in the security booth while Mark and four other guards would escort Mandy to her starting point before taking their positions around the stage.

Mark was getting a cup of coffee before he was tapped on the shoulder by RJ, who was one of Mandy's longest-serving security guards…he had been with her since she started her music career at 17; "Boss Lady wants to meet you, Mark." Mark put the cup down and went with RJ back to Mandy's dressing room; he knocked on the door and slightly opened it up; "New guy is here, Mandy." RJ pushed the door open and Mark went in.

Inside Mandy's dressing room, there were accents of gold, black, and purple everywhere; the room was softly lit and there were several family pictures of Mandy's parents, her older brother, and her twin daughters. The room also had a scent of lavender candles and a warm vanilla diffuser. Mark looked and saw Mandy seated at her giant dressing room vanity that had the classic Hollywood lights around the huge mirror…she stood up to speak to him; "Does "new guy" have a name?" Mandy said, walking closer to him.

Mark blushed hard as he took in the costume she had on; it was a black sheer bodysuit that was adorned with sparkles…Mandy's private areas were covered with a sparkly bra and panties; her short hair was cropped, but curled and her stage makeup accented her face perfectly; "My name is Mark…Mark Hoffman." He said, sticking out his hand for a shake.

Mandy smiled and shook his hand with her well-manicured one; "Nice to meet you…you will be taking over for Chester for a while…his wife just recently had a baby and he needed some time off." Mark nodded; "That is what I was told…I am looking forward to keeping you safe." Mandy smiled and giggled; "I am certainly hoping so, Mark…biggest thing I worry about is the people getting drunk that are close to the stage…it tends to get wild sometimes."

Mark smiled back; "I will make sure nothing happens to you…keep you safe for your girls." Mandy beamed at that; "I appreciate that very much…it's almost showtime…you ready?" Mark grinned; "Always."

Mandy smiled and hooked her arm with his; "Let's go then."

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Mark and the four other guards walked Mandy out to the platform that would bring her out to the main stage; they stood while she and her dancers briefly prayed before taking their starting positions; one guard stayed with Mandy while Mark and the rest went to their spots around the stage.

Mark had done concerts before, even metal shows…he had to admit that some of Mandy's fans were more "fanatical" than the "metal heads"…the copious amounts of alcohol only intensified them. The show started and the crowd went wild as Mandy came out on a floating platform that went over the stage and part of the audience. She and her dancers performed an elaborate number before Mandy was brought down to the main stage when the platform lowered.

Mark moved whenever Mandy walked up and down the walkway; she stopped in the middle of the walkway and did a split towards him that was part of the routine. Mandy grinned at him and he softly grinned back before walking with her again as she went to the main stage. She continued to do a couple of more songs on the main stage before she and her dancers exited for a costume change.

The show was divided into five sections that had four to six songs a piece; the first three sections went smoothly, but at the start of the fourth section, Mark became concerned about a fan who was drunk and kept jumping up and down like he was trying to get on the stage. Mark followed Mandy as she did her moving along the walkway; she stayed on the front smaller stage for a while during a couple of songs…he looked back and he didn't see the fan anymore; he called in to Clyde, who surveyed for the man from the security booth.

Mandy moved back to the walkway and stopped on the main stage to transition to the next song; Mark looked and saw the drunk fan had gotten up on the side of the stage…he was staggering towards Mandy. Mark jumped up on the stage and put the fan on the floor, but he started fighting Mark to get back up…he gripped him tighter and the fan submitted; Mandy turned and saw he had the person pinned to the ground…her dancers and three other guards escorted her backstage as another guard went to help Mark.

The fan now contained, Mark looked up and saw Mandy smiling at him as she was escorted backstage.

The show was halted for about 25 minutes until everything was secured again; the drunk fan was taken by Las Vegas police to spend some time in jail. The show resumed as Mandy began the fifth and final section with an encore…every time Mandy walked along the walkway, she smiled at Mark, who alternated between blushing and smiling back. The show ended wonderfully and Mark went backstage with Mandy and the other guards.

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Mandy was quickly ushered to her dressing room by her management team; Clyde came up and shook Mark's hand; "Good eyes, Mark…that is what we need." Mark smiled and retired to his room; he grabbed another shower because he had sweated throughout the concert. He settled down with a bit of TV before going to sleep…Mandy had four more concerts this week.

The next morning, Mark woke up and ordered breakfast through room service; he was watching the news as his food arrived…the drunk fan was a story on the news station. Room service knocked on the door and Mark opened it up; the server pointed to a gift basket that was in front of the door.

Mark nodded before signing the receipt and leaving a tip…the server left; Mark brought in the gift basket and the food cart. He decided to eat breakfast first before looking at the basket, setting up his food on the table in his room…Mark had never had Eggs Benedict before and found it a quite interesting dish.

After breakfast, Mark loaded up the food cart and put it back out in the hallway to be picked up. He then turned his attention to the gift basket and unwrapped it; inside was a note from Mandy thanking him for his "bravery" last night; he smiled a bit and set the note to the side when something fell off of it. Mark picked it up…it was a post-it with a private phone number to what Mark assumed was Mandy's penthouse hotel room she was staying at…he grinned and put it in his wallet.

Mark saw an assortment of chocolates from other countries, as well as international meats, cheeses, and fruits. What really caught his eye was a Coach watch that was a "charter" type that was aligned in silver and gold…there was also a Coach cologne gift set that had several mini bottles of their bestsellers. He blushed…he did not deserve this gift basket because he was just doing what he was hired to do.

Mark took the private phone number out of his wallet, and, after working himself up to do it for nearly 15 minutes, he called:

"Hello?"

Mark recognized her voice; "Hello Mandy, it's Mark."

"I know…I just don't give my number out to everyone…did you like the gift basket?"

"Yes…But I can't accept it…I was just doing my job."

"You need to accept it because I want you to…if you send it back, I'll just keep resending it every day."

Mark sighed…he wasn't going to win this; "Ok…ummm, thank you for it."

Amanda giggled; "Thank you for keeping me safe…I will see you at the show tonight..bye."

"Bye." Mark hung up the phone…she was down to Earth.

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Mark's work with Mandy lasted five weeks before he got word that Chester would be returning; tonight was his last show.

Mandy secretly called Mark every other day; he found they had a lot of common interests, especially cooking. He never went to her penthouse room because that would be crossing a major line…she wanted him to, but he always stated his "clear objective".

Mandy always had a flirty smile for Mark during her shows…he found himself not blushing about it anymore, but liking it deep down…again; he had to maintain his "clear objective". He would also catch her looking at him whenever they were backstage…damn his "clear objective".

Mark finished his last show and went back to his room to shower; he had already packed because he was to fly out tomorrow at 2 pm to go back to Jersey. He exited the shower and put his pajama bottoms on…he had just turned on the TV when his phone rang;

"Hello?"

"So, you are no longer in my security detail…does that mean you can come to my penthouse now?"

Mark grinned a bit…Mandy had him there; "How do I get there?"

He heard Mandy giggle; "Come up to the top floor…RJ will be expecting you:"

He smirked; "Ok, be there in 15 minutes."

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Mark exited the elevator, which came out directly to the penthouse; RJ smiled; "She's been wanting you to come up for a while now…please be good to her." Mark smiled back; "I will…always." RJ patted him on the shoulder and got in the elevator, the doors sliding shut.

Mark walked into the penthouse and he heard a piano playing; he walked up the stairs to the next floor and saw Mandy playing a baby grand piano; "Hey." Mark said.

Mandy stopped playing; "Hey…I am glad you came up." She stood up from the piano and walked towards Mark; she had on a simple long black button shirt…and that was it from what he could see. He swallowed…she had on very simple makeup and her hair had dried with gel…she looked beautiful and relaxed.

"Do you want something to drink?" Mandy said, walking to a minibar. Mark smiled "Scotch on the rocks." She smiled and poured one for both of them…she walked over and handed him the glass; "Let's go sit on the couch next to the piano."

Mark followed her and they sat down; he could see a wonderful view of the Vegas strip behind the tinted glass of her penthouse; "I like this view." Mark said, slowly drinking his scotch. Mandy nodded; "I do too, but I miss my private view of LA with my girls the most." He nodded; she had talked at length on the phone about her twin girls named Elizabeth and Jessica (named after the twin girls of the Sweet Valley High books, which Mandy loved growing up), who were coming up on eight years old.

"Do your girls come and see you at Vegas any?" Mark asked. Mandy took a drink; "They usually come if I am doing shows around holidays…But I go home to them whenever I get a chance…I like Vegas, but this is not my home."

They drank silently for a bit; "You have any kids, Mark?" He shook his head; "I have a niece and a nephew from my sister Angie…this job does not keep me home much, so relationships can be tough…I was engaged once, but she left me for my ex-partner who took the promotion that I was up for."

Mandy nodded; "Were they having an affair?" Mark shrugged; "I don't think so…she was a dispatcher for our department…I think she decided to move up because I was no longer good enough for her."

Mandy sighed; "What a bitch." Mark grinned; "Yeah…I have to agree there." Mandy took another drink; "My ex-husband could not stand that my star was burning brighter than his…he was in a popular boy band, and he tried to start a solo career when we first got married…it never took off. I struck a deal for a clothing line before I got pregnant…he tried to get a deal with a cologne line, but it was passed on…that was the final nail in the coffin…we separated soon after the girls were born."

Mark nodded; "That sounds petty." Mandy smirked a bit; "It is…But I find I am happy not having someone turn everything into a competition…that said, he is wonderful to the girls and he found a successful career in music writing and producing."

They finished their drinks in silence; "You look beautiful tonight…umm, I mean you look beautiful every night, but this is a different kind of beautiful." Mark said, feeling embarrassed. Mandy grinned at him; "Thanks…you are quite a gorgeous man…I've been wanting to say that since Day 1."

Mark grinned back and put his glass down and Mandy put hers down as well; he didn't say anything as she straddled him on the couch; "I've also been wanting to do this since Day 1." Mandy said, looking him in the eye. Mark smirked; "What is that?" She smirked back; "This." She kissed him deeply…Mark did not hold back…how many times in his life was he going to get to make out with a stunning pop star?

They continued to kiss on the couch, the intensity building…Mandy broke the kiss; "You want to go to my bedroom?" Mark nodded; "Yes, I do."

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Mandy escorted Mark to her penthouse bedroom, which was dressed in her colors of gold, purple, and black…he also noticed mirrors aligning the walls and the ceiling; "Did you install the mirrors?" Mandy cackled; "No…the room was like this…it is old and many rich people stayed here…I am sure they liked watching themselves have sex." Mark grinned; "Do you like watching yourself in these mirrors?" She grinned back and walked near Mark; "I wouldn't know…this is my first time having someone in this bedroom."

Mark blinked and kissed her passionately again, ready to have some fun he had never experienced; "Sit down on the bed, Mark." Mandy said. He did as she asked, removing the soft foam slippers he had slid on to come up to her penthouse; Mandy stood in front of him and slowly started unbuttoning her shirt…Mark could see that she had a lacy one-piece lingerie set on underneath…it was in red and black colors; "My favorite colors." He said, taking in the once piece as her shirt fell to the ground.

Mandy smirked; "I figured it was because that is the only color I ever see you in…even now." Mark had put on a pair of black sweatpants and had a red athletic shirt on…he figured he would not be keeping his clothes on long and went for comfort. He grinned at her; "Turn around." Mandy smirked and did so; Mark swallowed because the one piece was a thong in the back…true to many pop star bodies, Mandy's was toned, hand slicked, and smooth in every way…she worked out for at least 90 minutes a day and it showed.

She turned back around and walked closer to Mark, standing between his parted legs; "You want me?" She asked. He smiled; "Yes."Mark moved his hands to unhook the back of the one-piece, letting the straps fall off her shoulders…he was practicing care because he was sure that the lingerie was expensive, but he wanted to rip it off of her. Mark looked at her heaving chest…he heard in gossip magazines that Mandy had gotten implants when she turned 18, but had them removed before childbirth…he could not tell if she had the implants put back in, but they felt incredibly soft in his hands.

Mandy chuckled; "I did not have my implants put back in if you were wondering." Mark blushed, but did not say anything. He applied his mouth to her perfect mounds, sighing as he became intoxicated with the scent of Chanel No. 5…Mandy moaned appreciably; "Mmm, that feels so good Mark…OH!!" He grinned as he sucked and nibbled gently; he briefly looked at his mirror image…' Kiss my ass, Eric:' Mark thought…hopefully he would never get to experience anything like this.

Mark pulled away and kissed Mandy again; she pulled up on his shirt and took it off of him after their kiss broke; "Mmm, I saw you working out at the gym some mornings in the hotel…I like it." Mandy said as she ran her hands up and down his broad, muscular chest. Mark smiled and leaned up to kiss her neck…she moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his toned shoulders and back.

Eventually, Mark pulled away from her neck and pulled the rest of her one-piece off; he swallowed as he looked at her pubic region…it was waxed to perfection; "I've never experienced something like…this…" Mark said, lightly grazing his hand over her region. Mandy groaned a bit; "I don't particularly like getting it done that way, but it keeps it neat longer…all my costumes are high cut." Mark grinned; "Oh, I know."

Mandy smirked and reached for Mark's sweatpants; "Let's see what you are working with, baby boy." He moaned; one of the songs Mandy sang was called Baby Boy, which was one of the hotter numbers she performed to…he dreamed a few times that he was Benny, her main dancer for the song…Benny was all over Mandy's body during the performance.

Mandy slung his sweatpants across the room; "Mmm, I like what I am seeing." Mark did not have time to comment because she sank to her knees and covered him with her mouth. He tilted his head up, watching the action on the ceiling mirror…he moaned loudly…she was being careful not to go too deep, but she made up for it with other actions; "Mandy…it feels so good…mmm." Mark lowered his head, returning his attention to her in the flesh…she locked her eyes on his…she could almost get him off with that look alone.

"Mandy…I need you to stop, sweetie…I am getting close." She stopped, smiling. Mark returned her smile and pulled her up; "My turn." He said, laying Mandy on her soft bed: He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide. Mark began with soft kisses along her thighs before kissing her most sensitive area, slowly applying his tongue. Many moaned and grabbed the gold bar slatted headboard with their hands; "More, Mark, please." She said softly, focusing on the ceiling mirror.

He increased his ministrations and Mandy's legs shook against his shoulders; "More…MORE!!" The headboard was shaking where Mandy was pulling hard on it; Mark then started sucking and she screamed; "YES…LIKE THAT…KEEP GOING!!" He obliged and Mandy closed her legs around his head; "YES…OHHH!!" Mark felt warmth splash his face, but he kept going until she came completely down; "Oh…that was so good, Mark…that was some of the best I ever had…DAMN!!"

Mark grinned as he looked up; "Way to flatter a man, Mandy." She smirked; "I am also truthful." He smirked back and lay on top of her to kiss her; "You taste wonderful, baby." Mark said. Mandy smiled; "I had my tubes tied after I had my twins, but I do request you use a condom…I have some in that little box on my dresser." Mark nodded and got up, going to the dresser…she had an assortment…he chose thin because he wanted to feel her as much as possible.

Mark came back and put the condom on; "How do you want to start?" She grinned; "Me on top." Mark groaned and got on the bed while Mandy climbed on top of him…she slowly lowered herself down on him, making circles with her hips after she reached the bottom. Mark's eyes rolled back; "Damn, you feel good…tight as f—k"." Mandy grinned again as she slowly began to ride him; "You like that, baby boy?" She began to speed up.

Mark moaned; "Yes…OH!!" He alternated between looking at the mirror ceiling and locking eyes with Mandy…she moaned loudly and tilted her head back, watching the mirror also. He gritted his teeth…she felt so good that he wanted to go all night…Mark Hoffman banging one of the hottest pop stars ever was not on his bingo card; "I'm getting close, sweetie." Mandy locked eyes with him; "Get on top of me, Mark."

They quickly changed positions and Mark entered her hard; "You want it like this, baby?" Mandy moaned; "Yes…I want you deep inside me." She wrapped her legs tight around him and Mark began screwing his little pop princess hard…their hips snapped with each thrust and he could even feel his rocks smacking against her; "You feel that Mandy?" She moaned loudly; "Yes…HARDER!!"

He fulfilled her request and he watched as Mandy grabbed the gold bars of the headboard again…Mark pushed hard into her over and over…Mandy's moans got louder with each thrust, the bed was thumping and shaking…she let go of the bars and dug her nails into Mark's back which caused him to screamed out and moan…she ran her nails down to his buttocks, pushing hard on them to make him go even deeper in her; "I don't think I can go any deeper, sweetie." Mark said, his orgasm quickly approaching.

Mandy smiled at him because the pushing she was doing was causing her to be stimulated even more, working into a second orgasm; "I want us to come together, baby boy." Mark rolled his eyes back; "I'm there Mandy…OH!!" He threw his head back as he exploded…it was one of the hardest orgasms he ever had. Mark got his bearings and reached down to help Mandy with hers…she screamed and squeezed him tight…he could still feel it even though he was no longer hard; "That was probably the best I ever had, sweetie." Mark said, finally coming down.

Mandy smiled and kissed him softly; "I concur baby boy." Mark withdrew from her and put the condom in the trash can; he lay back down on the bed with her and she wrapped her arms around him; "What time are you leaving the hotel tomorrow?" Mark kissed her neck; "1 pm." She smiled; "Reach into the nightstand over there…get out the bag."

Mark reached over and got a white shopping bag; "Open it." Mandy said. Inside were two Tracfones; "I want to keep in touch with you, Mark…but only if you want to." He grinned a bit; "I would like that." She smiled and kissed him passionately; "Stay the night with me." Mark nodded; "Ok…I, ummm…"

Mandy smiled; "We can plan to see each other again if we stay in touch…I want to do that." Mark smiled; "Yes, I want that."

Mandy smiled; "Let's get some rest, I expect an encore after breakfast tomorrow morning."

Mark beamed; "Yes, Boss Lady."

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Mark Hoffman sat at a bar that was new to him. He had decided to forgo his usual drinking spots in fear that John "Jigsaw" Kramer would find him and put him through another "interrogation." He had drunk several shots of Jack and was feeling quite good, even though he had truly made a mess of things.

All Mark wanted to do was wipe his sister's killer off the face of the Earth…he had done so, but it came with a huge price. Now, he was stuck helping the real Jigsaw killer in fear that his secret would be found out; it would be career suicide and jail for Mark if it were ever found out what he did to Seth Baxter. However, the first chance Mark got, he was going to bail on John "legacy"…he was hoping the cancer would get the old man soon.

But, Mark had another issue and that was Amanda Young, his co-apprentice; she hated him…hated him because he did not have to endure what she did to become a follower of Jigsaw; Mark didn't want to be a follower at all and Amanda did not understand that. If John passed, Amanda would want the whole "legacy" to herself and that suited Mark just fine…but, he had a feeling she would continue the blackmail and make him into her workhorse…she may even decide to kill him.

Mark sighed and ordered three more shots of Jack; the bartender looked at him; "This is your cutoff, dude…I'm calling you a cab after you finish these three." Mark did not argue with the man, who was simply doing his job…he still had a secret stash of vodka in his apartment that was in a water bottle…John had missed that when he watched Mark clear out his alcohol at his apartment.

Thirty minutes later, Mark finished his shots and the bartender called him a cab that would be here in fifteen minutes; Mark signed his credit card receipt and gave the bartender a tip. He stood and went to the restroom, which was a single stall and unisex. Mark locked the door behind him and saw various writings on the wall; he grinned at one that said "For a Good Time Call A———555-543-4321"; the name was smudged out, but Mark was intrigued…he had accidentally took the bartender's pen with him, so he got out the copy of his receipt and wrote the number down on the back of it.

Satisfied, Mark put the receipt and pen back in his pocket before doing his business. He went back out to the bar and dropped the pen back on the desk…Mark's cab was here to take him home.

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Make came into his apartment after his cab ride and immediately went to the bathroom to throw up; the cab driver was weaving in and out of traffic so much that it made Mark more nauseated than he already was. Finished, he washed his hands and swished his mouth out with some Listerine. He walked out and searched the freezer for something to throw in the microwave real quick before he started on the vodka; Mark found a microwaveable mini pizza…that would do.

Mark put the pizza in the microwave and then went to get his water bottle of vodka; he took a couple of sips as he walked to look at pictures of his dead sister on the wall…Angie would hate what he is doing with himself right now…he was a drunk who was helping a serial killer unleash his dark vision of "appreciating one's life" to the world. He remembered making light of Amanda's scarred arms from cutting and her past drug use, telling her he did not need a test because he appreciated his life…but yet, here he was, drinking vodka hid in a water bottle, crying over his dead sister, a murderer to boot, and seriously thinking about calling a number he found on a bathroom stall because he was lonely.

The microwave beeped and brought him out of his thoughts. He got the pizza out and set it on the table: he got a napkin, a warm Coke, and his "water bottle". He ate the pizza slowly and he pulled out the receipt that had the phone number on it…he wondered if it was a cell number. Mark looked and grabbed his cell phone…his drunk eyes checked several times to make sure he did not have the Tracfone that he used to contact John and Amanda. He bit the bullet and sent a simple text to the number;

Hello.

Mark put the phone down and continued to eat his pizza and sipped on the warm Coke. Three minutes later, his phone buzzed.

Hey…who is this?

Mark grinned…he decided not to give his real name…instead, he gave his middle name;

Thomas…how are you doing tonight?

I am doing ok…how did you get my number?

Mark debated what to say, but he decided to be honest.

From a bathroom stall at a bar called Zen's.

Mark figured the person would stop texting him…but;

LOL…my number is still up there, huh?

Yeah…I saw it and wrote it down…the name was scratched out.

I see…my number was put on that wall by a friend as a dare two years ago.

Mark smirked as he finished his pizza…he decided to ask;

What is your name?

Jo

Mark frowned a bit…he was pretty sure the first letter was an A…but, he was drunk…so;

Male or Female?

Female

Mark grinned…he decided to play with Jo a bit.

Not sure if I believe you…you should send me a pic if your phone takes them.

Mark's phone did not take photos, so she was out of luck if she wanted one back…time passed a bit and Mark figured that Jo gave up on him…but;

A photo came through…though pixelated, Mark could make out that the photo was taken in front of a mirror…Jo was wise enough to keep her head out of the picture…Jo had on what looked like black panties and a knotted front black cami top…he could make our her flat stomach in the picture…he smirked;

Nice…you are indeed a female.

Told ya…you gonna send me a pic in return?

I wish I could, but my phone does not take pics :-(

Too bad about that…so, why did you message me…looking for a good time?

Mark smirked big…now they were getting somewhere.

Maybe…Your picture has intrigued me…

Mmm, I see…are you super drunk right now?

Mark frowned, he was for sure…

Yes, unfortunately.

A few moments passed before another text from Jo came;

Tell you what, if you are not drunk tomorrow night around 8 pm…message me…maybe we can hook up somewhere.

Mark grinned; there was a motel by his apartment that paid by the hour…he was pretty sure that Eric was on a first-name basis with the manager…maybe he and Jo could meet there…but, he would bring it up tomorrow.

Ok…look for my text then.

Alright Thomas…talk to you tomorrow… have a good night.

You too.

Mark smiled and put his phone down. He put his water bottle up and threw away his trash before retiring to his bed…he was looking forward to tomorrow night.

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The next day, Mark was hungover, but he did recall his texts with Jo and the fact that they may meet tonight if he can stay sober. He did not go to the police station today because it was Saturday, and thankfully, John had nothing planned this weekend for him or Amanda to do. Mark decided to relax around the apartment with a book while he waited for 8 pm to roll around…he kept looking at the picture that Jo had sent him…Mark wanted to run his tongue all over that flat stomach.

It was 8 pm and Mark heard his phone go off…he was supposed to text Jo first…he looked at his phone.

You sober?

Mark smirked;

Yes…thought I was supposed to text you first.

Not going to lie…I am feeling pretty horny and I want this to happen…like now.

Mark grinned…he thought he was desperate;

Do you know where the Red Coach Inn is?

Yes…one of those pay by the hour places right?

Yep.

You wanna meet there?

Only if you want to, Jo…if you have another idea, let me hear it.

No, that is fine…it will take me about thirty minutes to get there…text me the room # once you get settled in.

I will…see you soon.

Mark closed his phone and went into his room to change his clothes and to spruce up a bit…he had a shower earlier. He chose a simple pair of dark jeans and a blue t-shirt along with a pair of black tennis shoes…he would walk to the Red Coach Inn, which was only a few blocks away. Mark took another look in the mirror…he thought he looked decent for a planned one-night stand.

Mark went over to his dresser and grabbed a few condoms, a tube of warm massage oil, and a small bottle of Astroglide…he also grabbed his personal 9MM, just in case this was all a scam…he certainly hoped it was not. Satisfied, Mark turned the lights off in his apartment and headed to the Red Coach Inn.

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Mark went into Room 15, which was on the bottom floor of the open-air motel; he rented the room for four hours at 30 bucks. He turned on the lights; to be fair, the motel room looked really clean for what purpose it served…even the bathroom was satisfactory. However, Mark shuddered to think what a black light would show in this room.

He texted Jo to let her know what room number he was in; she said she was about ten minutes away…Mark could feel his excitement building.

Mark sat down on the bed, not thinking too much of what was probably on the covers; he flipped on the TV and laughed at a "fireplace" video being one of the channels…he decided to leave it on…Mark also dimmed the lights to set the mood a bit.

He heard a knock at the door; Mark looked at the door…there was no chain or a peephole…the window was too high up for him to look through; "Such a safe place." He said as he made sure his 9MM was where he could reach it on his body. Mark opened the door and…

"Amanda?"

Amanda froze and stared at him; "The hell Hoffman?"

He smirked; "So, for a good time, call Amanda, huh?"

She scowled; "I knew this was too good to be true."

Mark chuckled; "I should have known too."

They looked at each other for a few moments; "You wanna come in?" Mark asked.

Amanda balked for a minute before saying; "Sure."

Mark let her in and closed the door.

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"So, how did you come up with the name Thomas?" Amanda asked, sitting down on the bed. Mark grinned; "That is my middle name…how did you come up with Jo?"

Amanda grinned back; "Also my middle name."

She looked at the nightstand and saw what Mark had brought; "Astroglide, huh?" He grinned; "Just in case you couldn't handle it."

Amanda rolled her eyes, but in a playful manner…"I brought a couple of things too."

Mark smirked; "What did you bring?"

Amanda unzipped her purse and pulled out a long silk ribbon…she also pulled out a blindfold and what looked like a tiny feather; "Mmm, were you going to tie to the bed, Young?" Mark asked, getting turned on.

Amanda smirked; "Maybe…I also wanted to be tied to the bed and "tickled" a bit." Mark chuckled; "Tickled where?" Amanda smirked again; "I think you know where, Detective."

Mark said nothing, but pulled her up off the bed; "Mmm, I still want this to happen…Jo…we have four hours."

Amanda smirked; "Let's get started then…Thomas."

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Mark had Amanda tied to the bed, but not too tightly; he decided to wait for the blindfold and feather…he looked at his naked co-apprentice…at her taut stomach; "That picture you sent me made me want to run my tongue all over your tummy." Amanda smirked; "I'm yours for four hours, Detective."

Mark grinned and removed his shirt, keeping his pants on for right now. Amanda stared at Mark; "Where the hell did this body come from?" Mark chuckled; "You are always too busy being up John's ass to even glance at me…or trying to find a way to push me down the stairs and call it an accident."

Amanda looked at him sideways; "What are you going on about?" Mark smirked as he got the massage oil out; "I saw you loosening up a step on the back stairway so I would fall." She rolled her eyes; "I was fixing it asshat because it was loose." He applied the oil to his hands; "I still tripped over it." Amanda grinned; "No, you are a clumsy ox, Detective."

He grinned and ran his hands along her shoulders and slowly down her chest; "An ox, huh?" Amanda shivered but shook her head up and down…Mark smirked and rubbed his crotch against her bent knee; "Don't think this would be happening if I were an ox, Young." She smirked back; "So, you are a bull in a China shop, then?" Mark smiled and lowered his hands to her breasts, gently massaging the oil into them; "Yeah."

The warm oil heated Amanda, causing her to become more aroused; "Mmm, that oil is nice." Mark grinned; "The oil is made to go in "intimate" areas as well." Amanda groaned and her pubic region elevated slightly; "Take it you want it there, Young?" Amanda licked her lips; "Yes." Mark smiled and applied a bit to his right hand; he began working two of his fingers in a circle around her "bundle of nerves"; the heated sensation started driving his co-apprentice wild as she bucked and moaned, pulling again the silk ribbon.

He smiled again as he lowered his lips to her stomach and began to live his fantasy of running his tongue all over it; Mark continued his circles, but changed the direction and Amanda pulled so hard on the ribbon that Mark thought she was pulling the headboard off the wall. She cried out as she hit her climax…she had a second one coming real soon.

He kissed her stomach one more time before lifting; Mark reached into his back pocket and got out a handkerchief…he wiped off his hands and Amanda's breasts, shoulders, and core. Mark threw it on the nightstand and he got the blindfold and tiny feather; "Ready?" He asked.

Amanda bit her lip and nodded; he put the blindfold on her and started running the feather along her body. Mark watched his co-apprentice squirm…it was a mix of fun and sexy. He observed her chest becoming erect as he ran the feather along her breasts…Mark then ran the feather down her stomach and to her core; he ran the feather in a sweeping motion and Amanda's legs kicked out; "Mark…OH…I'm about to…AHHH!!" He grinned; "Come again?" She took a breath; "Uh huh."

Mark worked the feather until his co-apprentice had gotten off twice in a row…she was a panting mess. He removed the blindfold, and hovered his face above hers; "Tickle." Mark said and Amanda leaned up to capture his lips in a hot kiss. He untied her as they continued to kiss and Amanda started running her fingernails along his chest and back.

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Mark now found himself tied to the bed; he grinned down at Amanda as she worked to remove his jeans and boxers; "Yeah…you are definitely a bull, Hoffman." He took a sharp breath as Amanda grasped him, moving her hand up and down slowly; "Mmm, that feels good, Mandy." She grinned and let go briefly to get a bit of the massage oil and applied it to her right hand.

Mark moaned loudly as the heat made connection with him…it felt amazing, but he was afraid it would get him off too quickly; "Mandy…slow down a bit…wow!!" She smiled; "Massage oil a bit too much?" Mark nodded; "I was a minute from blast off." Amanda chuckled hard at his usage of words; she reached over to get his handkerchief again, wiping her hands and his member off.

She threw the handkerchief back on the nightstand and leaned up to kiss Mark's neck and chest for a while, slowing things down. He sucked in his breath again as he felt Amanda bite down slightly on his nipple; "That feels good, but don't bite it off, damn." She giggled against his chest, and went easier on his other nipple…he sighed contentedly. Amanda raised up and softly kissed him on the lips a few times; "Ready to get rode?"

Mark nodded enthusiastically and Amanda reached over to get a condom; "We're gonna use Trojan Twisted, Detective." He smirked…it was one of his favorites to use. She placed the condom on him…he smirked as she added Astroglide to the condom; "Too much of a bull for you, Mandy?" She grinned; "Maybe." Amanda turned and mounted him with her back facing him; she sighed softly as she adjusted to him; "Maybe the Astroglide was a good idea after all." Mark smiled; "You are blowing my ego up, Young."

She turned her head to look at him; "That's not all I am going to blow, Detective." He grinned and then closed his eyes as she started to ride him…it felt good…no, wonderful; "I apologize for all those times I called you a whore, slut, or ho…mmm" Amanda turned and grinned at him; "I'm sorry I called you an ox." He smiled, in bliss as his co-apprentice rode him hard.

A while later, Amanda dismounted from Mark and untied him; "I want you behind me, Hoffman." He smirked and positioned himself behind her…Mark slammed into her hard and she moaned appreciably. He did not go easy on her and she begged for more; "You're so good…OH!!" Mark smirked again; he liked having his always uppity co-apprentice begging him like he was her last lay on Earth…he didn't want to admit he would beg for her just as hard.

He pulled her up flush with his chest and latched on to her neck, sucking hard…he glanced down as he saw Amanda working herself into another orgasm with her fingers…Mark pushed her fingers out of the way and added his own; "I make you come, Mandy." He said against her neck. He increased his upward thrusts and his fingers, making Amanda scream his name over and over again…he ate it up. Finally, she froze as she hit her climax…Mark tilted back his head as he felt her tighten.

Suddenly, he was pushed back on the bed and Amanda quickly pulled the condom off, closing her mouth over him…Mark grabbed her head and held her as he hit his climax, screaming her name and obscenities…he let go and dropped his arm down…he glanced at Amanda, who had a satisfied smirk on her face; "Told you early I was going to blow." Mark grinned; "That you did…mmm."

Amanda reached into her purse and got out a pack of Swisher Sweets; Mark looked at her; "You smoke those things or use them for something else?" Amanda snorted; "Please…I haven't used them like that in many years, but I do like to smoke them…want one?" Mark nodded; "He had been a long time since he smoked one as well…his buddies used them in the other way.

Amanda reached him the pack and saw they were peach flavor…he inwardly smirked, wishing he would have sampled Amanda's "peach" tonight, but oh well. Mark lit the mini cigar and puffed on it…it brought back memories of his sister, who sometimes smoked the grape ones with him, but he tried not to dwell too much.

They quietly puffed on the mini cigars and Amanda cuddled up close to Mark…he didn't push her away, but ruffled her hair; "We got about 30 minutes left." Amanda nodded; "I should go back to the warehouse and work on the Blood Eagle some more…I am falling behind." Mark decided to bite; "What are you falling behind on?"

Amanda puffed the mini cigar; "Just having trouble lifting some things…you know how hard that is for me to admit around you" Mark grinned a bit; "I will help you if you just ask…I am good for "heavy lifting" as you tell John all the time." Amanda grinned; "You are good at heavy lifting in more ways than one…Bull."

Mark chuckled at that; "Let's check out and I will go help you…Did you drive?" Amanda nodded. Mark got off the bed with the mini cigar in his mouth; "Ok, let's go then."

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A week later, Mark was back at Zen's bar; he decided to order just a couple of drinks because Amanda was helping him with his "fish tank" trap as she called it later tonight, so he did not want to get too lit. He went up to the bar and ordered two Miller Lite short pints, which confused the bartender; "No endless trays of shots tonight?"

Mark grinned at the man; "No…have some things I need to do tonight…I'll be right back." He went to the restroom and walked over to Amanda's number…they had banged every night since the motel and he was loving every minute of it. Mark took out a black magic marker and blotted out Amanda's phone number…as sexist as it sounded, she was his and only his…he didn't like to share for he could be a jealous man…John Kramer would be finding that out sooner or later.

He grinned and turned to exit the restroom.

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Mark Hoffman and Amanda Young sat outside an apartment in John's early 90s Ford Bronco…they were tasked with kidnapping a man, who had escaped jail time after accidentally running over a child in his car while high on cocaine. The child lived, but would be confined to a wheelchair for the foreseeable future. The man had not learned his lesson, and was back to buying cocaine off a new dealer…the judge who had handed down the lean sentence was already awaiting her test back at the packing plant, along with the man's lawyer.

"You think you're going to be able to pick this apartment's lock, Young?" Mark asked as he ate at Subway for dinner. Amanda nodded. "It should be pretty easy. The apartment is old, so the door locks are as well." Mark sipped his Coke and ate his potato chips. "I still think the judge and this dude are involved with each other. It had been established by John that they knew each other in high school."

Amanda finished her sandwich; "Wouldn't that be a conflict of interest and he would have to have another trial?" Mark nodded; "Yeah…if there is proof of that…all we know is that they knew each other in high school, not their relationship." Amanda sipped her Sprite; "Maybe he's the go-between with her dealer…she's got money to buy the good stuff…and he is into real estate, so he probably pulls decent money too."

Mark shrugged; "That could be a possibility…your crime show binges are paying off, Young." Amanda smirked at him and then tapped him on the shoulder; "We got movement." The two watched as the man got inside a Chevrolet Camaro and drove off; "Let's go." Mark said as they prepared to exit the Bronco.

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The man's apartment front door was in an alleyway; despite the building being old, it was one of the better places to live in the city. Mark stood watch by pretending to be on a phone call while Amanda worked quickly on the door…she got it open and they swiftly went in.

The apartment opened into a small hallway that branched into the man's living room; the two looked around for a place to hide…they had their costumes in their backpacks, along with other items they may need to kidnap the man. Amanda walked to what she assumed was the man's bedroom, but the door was locked…she peered into the bathroom, but did not see a good place to hide; that only left the kitchen.

They looked around the kitchen and saw only a small storage closet that was the size of a phone booth; "Maybe you should hide there, Young." She nodded; "What about you?" Mark started to mention maybe hiding in the shower if there was a curtain, but Amanda quickly pulled him into the closet…the man had come back earlier than expected.

The storage closet door was slatted, but the gaps were small; the two watched as the man brought in a couple of huge blocks of cocaine to the kitchen table; he sat down and started breaking down the drug to put in baggies…this could take a while. He got up briefly to turn on the TV in his kitchen, flipping it to MTV…he raised the volume as he heard a song he liked.

Meanwhile, Mark and Amanda were pretty much on top of each other in the tiny closet; "Damn, it's hot in here." Amanda said, in a hushed voice. Mark smirked quietly; "It's just me." She stared at him blankly; "Shut up." Amanda whispered.

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Thirty minutes passed and the man was still breaking down the cocaine and jamming to music. The heat in the closet was getting unbearable and the two apprentices continued to speak in hushed tones; "Must you breathe on my neck?" Amanda asked, getting antsy. Mark rolled his eyes; "You want me to hold my breath or something?" Amanda smirked; "Until you turn blue asshat." He smirked back and blew on her neck, which earned a flick on the head; "Stop that."

Another fifteen minutes rolled by and Amanda was over it; "Let's put our costumes on and get the jump on him." Mark shook his head; "Better not…he has a gun on the table…it's in a holster, but I would wager it is ready to shoot." Amanda sighed; "Fine." She started stripping out of her clothes; "The hell are you doing, Young?" Amanda huffed; "I'm hot…I am cooling off." Mark swallowed as she stripped down to her T-shirt and panties; "Ah, this is much better."

Mark grinned; "You are trending into some serious territory here, Young…I kinda like what I am seeing; he leaned back to look at her rear; "Nice thong." Amanda pushed Mark's body forward; "Shut up." He grinned again and removed his jacket, shirt, and pants…now it was Amanda's turn to tease; "Mmm, nice bumblebee boxers there, Hoffman." He looked at his boxers; "It's not bees, it's bananas…you need to get your eyes checked."

Amanda smirked and parroted back; "You are trending into some serious territory here, Detective…I kinda like what I am seeing." Mark bit his lip a tad; "I bet you do." He slightly lowered the front of his boxers for a quick flash and pulled them back up; "Dream about that, Young." Amanda scoffed; "Two can play that game, Hoffman"; She did the same thing Mark did with her underwear; "Beat yourself to that asshat."

Despite the two being in a state of undress, the heat was starting to turn up; "I might do that if I see the rest." Mark said, seeing how far she would push this game. Amanda grinned and quickly flashed him by lifting her shirt; Mark groaned; "You are such a tease, Young." She smirked; "You started this game, Detective." He laughed; "No, you did when you started taking your clothes off."

Amanda scowled at him; "I told you I was hot, idiot." Mark licked his lips; "That you are, Young." He watched her face change into mischief, which is what he wanted; "You want me to tease you some more, Detective?" He grinned; "Uh huh." Amanda placed her hands on his chest and slowly ran her nails down it…she grazed his nipples as she did so, and Mark moaned low in his throat; "Teasing tramp." She grinned back and concentrated on his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers; "I will say you have a nice body, Detective…who knew you had one that I would want to lick ice cream off of."

Mark whimpered slightly as Amanda pulled the waistband of his boxers, only to get pissed when she let go, snapping against his skin; "Whore." Amanda smirked; "Dumbass." She backed away, leaning against the wall. Mark stared at her, his face showing desire and frustration; "My turn to tease you, ho." Amanda smirked as Mark moved forward…her smirk dropped when Hoffman grazed her panty-covered front with his knuckles; "Little teasing tramp like this?" She bit the inside of her mouth, trying to hold back how much she was enjoying the teasing…Mark doubled down on his actions.

"Mmm, someone is squirming like a cat in heat." He said as he continued to work his knuckles along her panties; Amanda tilted her head back, and bit her lip, almost crying out…only for Mark to pull his hand away; "Eat that, Mandy."

Amanda blinked and grabbed Mark's head, pulling him into a rough kiss; she pulled his hair and Mark growled, returning the favor by wrapping her longer hair tight around his hand. They continued for a while, pulling each other's hair so hard it hurt and their lips became a bloody bruised mess. The two broke apart, heaving at each other; "Get on your knees, Detective." Amanda said forcefully.

Mark smirked, his lips bleeding lightly still; he dropped to his knees, ready for whatever his beautiful, but crazy co-apprentice wanted him to do. Amanda smirked at him and removed her panties; "Get to work, Hoffman" she said and pulled his face into her core roughly. Mark moaned, working his sore mouth along Amanda's overly sensitive nub; he glanced up and saw her biting her hand to keep from screaming out…he smirked and attacked even more…she grabbed his hair hard in retaliation.

Mark growled yet again, dug his nails into Amanda's rear, and ravaged her core until his tongue went numb; finally, she shook hard and Mark was drowning in her wetness and scent. He let go and Amanda fell back against the wall, panting; "Asshole." She puffed, but was trying to hide her satisfied grin. Mark smirked hard; "Bitch."

Mark stood up and walked closer to Amanda; he pulled her by the hair until she got on her knees; "Your turn, Mandy." He pulled off his boxers and looked at his co-apprentice; she was grinning ear to ear, no longer hiding what she wanted; "Get to work, Young." Before Mark could bring her mouth to him, she beat him to it, going to the back of her throat.

Mark whipped his head back, and bit the inside of his mouth to keep from yelling out; he maintained his composure, and began to move in Amanda's more than willing mouth; "Mmm, does Jigsaw's little tease like that?" He heard her sigh and she relaxed even more; "Maybe you like being my little tease even more." Amanda moaned against him and Mark smirked…it had been a while since he had been with someone, so he was enjoying it…from the sounds that his co-apprentice was making, she was enjoying it also.

He withdrew from her throat and Mark looked at Amanda; her face was flushed and her lips were swollen even more than before; "Get up." He said. Amanda smiled and got up; "Ready for more, Detective?" He smiled back; "Lean your ass up against the wall then, baby." Amanda turned and leaned up against the wall, her back facing Hoffman. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Mark reached down and got his wallet out of his pants, pulling out a condom.

Prepped, he moved closer to his co-apprentice and pushed her legs apart; "Is my little tease ready?" Mark whispered in her ear; Amanda shook her head in affirmation and he daftly entered her…he slowly rocked into her as she bit down on her wrist to keep herself quiet; "Mmm, you feel good, Mandy…I could do this for hours." Mark cooed. Amanda took her mouth away from her wrist; "Too bad we don't have that time, Detective…we still have a job to do."

Mark turned his head to look at the slatted closet; "Dude is still playing his loud music, so we will be ok for a bit longer." Amanda moaned softly; "I need it harder, Hoffman." He grinned; "Do you now?" Mark pinned her up against the wall and pushed into her, their skin smacking hard together; "Just like that, Mark…oh!!" Amanda moaned low in her throat. He smiled and pulled her head back into a kiss…a more reasonable one from both of them this time; they broke apart apart and Mark's eyes glazed over; "Bend down to the ground, Mandy."

Without question, Amanda did as he asked…he disconnected from her as he did so; Mark lifted her lower half as her top half stayed to the ground..he put her legs over the middle of his arms and entered her again…the new angle driving his co-apprentice wild; "Mark…OH…OHHH." He hushed her; "Not too loud…you are starting to go over the music." Amanda shook her head; "It feels so good…I can't…OH!!"

Mark could no longer keep himself quiet as he grunted loudly as he thrusted into Amanda; "We need to finish baby…we are both losing it." She nodded her head as Mark thrusted harder and faster into her; Amanda bit into her lower arm as she climaxed roughly…Mark bit into his arm as well, bringing blood as he finished hard into the condom. He fell back against the wall, Amanda's legs resting on his arms…both of them were spent and satisfied.

Mark lowered Amanda's lower half back to the ground; he took the condom and wrapped it in a plastic grocery bag that was in the storage closet…he put it in his backpack; he would get rid of it later. Amanda rose and looked at Mark…she pinned him to the wall and gave him a passionate kiss that was devoid of blood or bruising. They broke apart yet again; "Tease." Mark said, grinning; "Dumbass." Amanda said, smirking.

The two redressed and took a moment to collect themselves by physically cleaning up their bites, scratches, and blood; "You better check on Scarface, Mark…he's been blaring that music for a while now." Mark nodded and peered through the slats; "Uh, he is head down in the coke…he might have passed out or he is Scarface when it comes to blow."

The apprentices decided to put their costumes on and slowly opened the door; the man did not respond. Mark moved slowly to the man and took his gun off the table…again, the man did not react. Amanda looked at Mark, who shrugged. He then checked for a pulse…and checked an additional three times after that…the man was dead.

"He doesn't have a heartbeat," Mark said through his pig mask. They both decided to remove their masks so they could figure out what happened; "Did he snort too much and OD?" Amanda asked, looking at the man. Mark studied the man and then looked at the cocaine…he dipped his pinky finger into the coke; Mark put it up to his tongue and quickly went to wash his mouth out at the kitchen sink; "What's the matter?" Amanda asked.

Mark turned the sink off; "It's fake cocaine…it tastes like Comet bathroom cleaner." Amanda stared at Mark in shock; "He must have snorted it and it killed him." Mark nodded; "I am not sure what to do." Amanda looked at the man again; "We can just tell John that he OD on contaminated supply…he died while we were waiting to get the jump on him."

Mark had to agree with this; even though he and Amanda were fooling around in the closet, there was no way they could have reached the man unless they blew their cover to get to him…even with the costumes…the drugs would have killed him regardless; "Let's get out of here." Amanda nodded and they quietly exited the apartment…it was like they were never there…unless someone went to the storage closet and the smell of sex hit their nostrils…the man would not be found until a couple of days later anyway.

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John was not too upset about the outcome of the man…he chose not to appreciate his life and now he was gone by his own doing. His lawyer and the judge, on the other hand, ended their tests with punctured eyeballs and missing fingers and toes. John did take note of Mark and Amanda's "wounds" on their bodies…Amanda claimed that they were stuck in a small hiding spot that resulted in the injuries…he also noted that two seemed more relaxed with each other now.

John had preached to his apprentices about being unfeeling souls to see his message through…and they had ignored him. John figured it was time to pit the two against each other even more…he hoped that Mark had good writing skills in his wheelhouse and that Amanda was ready for the piper to collect its payment.

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Mark Hoffman sat at the desk in the main office of the summer camp where he was currently working; he disliked working during the summer, but a teaching job only paid so much. At least he was getting paid more than the camp counselors were because he was hired as "camp organizer"; it was a fancy title for "head counselor" and Mark would be in charge of ten 18-21-year-old counselors. He was also supposed to have an assistant, who was 26 years old and studying child psychology for her master's degree…however, she was late on her first day of work.

Mark was two years older than his assistant and had been working as a teacher for five years now; being a history nerd all his life, he decided to pursue teaching social studies when he graduated from high school…he taught 10th-grade social studies at a local high school and loved it. But, Mark knew going into teaching that the pay was going to be poor; he had taught summer school sessions for four years, but the program was scaled back by his district this year, so he had to find other work.

Mark's love of history had also given him some local lore of the camp he was working at, which was called Camp Crystal Lake. Apparently, in the 1950s, a young boy drowned because the counselors were not paying attention to him…it was said the boy was mentally impaired and was bullied by the other campers, who threw him in the lake. The following year, the two counselors who were negligent in the boy's death were murdered by an unknown assailant. Then, over the next few years, strange things such as fires and contaminated lake water prevented the camp from opening.

In the late 1970s, the camp was reopened, but it was the scene of horrific murders that were committed by the boy's mother; she was also responsible for the 1950s deaths and vandalism. The camp was then closed for nearly ten years before being reopened; it had two successful seasons recently, so the bad karma that was associated with it was vanishing. However, there were also rumors that the boy, named Jason Voorhees, did not die from drowning and continues to keep watch over the camp from a distance, looking for counselors who engage in wreckless behavior, such as drinking, drugs, and sex.

Mark found the lore to be an interesting ghost story, even though the crimes committed by the boy's mother, named Pamela, were very real. Mark has been staying at the camp by himself for almost a week, and he had not seen anything out of the ordinary; he had to admit that the camp was unnerving at night; but he chalked that up to him being alone in a strange place.

Mark's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car sputtering to stop outside; he got up and exited the office…he saw a brown haired woman exit the smoking mid-80s Chevrolet Cavalier; "I am so sorry that I am late, but my car is giving me fits." Mark smiled a bit; "You must be Amanda Young…and yes, I can see your car is giving you fits…I wish you had called." Amanda nodded; "I did, but the phones here were not working when I stopped to get some oil at a gas station."

Mark felt a bit embarrassed now…the phones were down and would be until Monday; "My apologies, I forgot the phones were out." Amanda smiled at him; "At least we have a few days before the counselors come…where will I be staying?" Mark fished the master keys out of his pocket; "You will be staying in a cabin that is close to mine; let's get your stuff and I will show you."

In the distance, across the lake, a hand moved a tree branch to observe Mark and Amanda get her items out of her car…the person watched until they went into Amanda's cabin…the hand dropped the tree branch and then the person moved deeper into the forest, breathing hard.

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Mark showed Amanda around her cabin; all the counselor cabins had a small kitchen and a bathroom; the bathhouses would be reserved for the campers when they came…a perk about being the head counselor and the assistant was that they did not have to bunk with anyone like the other counselors would; "This is nice…much nicer than my dorm at college." Amanda said as she looked around the cabin. Mark grinned; "I saw you are getting your master's at Montclair State College…I graduated from Trenton State College…I am thinking about going back and getting my master's in leadership."

Amanda grinned back; "It feels good to work with someone who is college-minded…I worked at Sam Goody for a few summers and I could not find anyone to have an intellectual conversation with." Mark blushed a bit; "Yes…ummm, I will let you get yourself situated…come and see me around 5 pm…we will do dinner and go over some scheduling." Amanda beamed; "Ok…see you soon."

Mark exited Amanda's cabin and went back to the office…yes, he already had a crush on his assistant; like Amanda, it was hard to find people to hold intellectual conversations with. Mark had been on dates with a few female teachers, but it was hard to engage when their intellect was based on working with young children or home economics…they excelled at their craft, but Mark could not relate…he did not have much in common with women who did not work or did retail jobs…the only thing he found on common ground with those particular women was food service; Mark had done his share of it in high school and it was fun to go out on dates…swapping stories of customer horror.

Mark had dated women in the past based solely on looks, but at nearing 30 years old, he needed to find someone to engage with based on intellect and character…Amanda seemed to have that…and she was really pretty…maybe he had hit pay dirt here.

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At 5 pm, Amanda came into the camp office; Mark had left briefly to go in to town to get a pizza for dinner, and assortment of sodas, and ingredients for s'mores…he also bought a couple bottles of wine and some beer in case he and Amanda wanted to unwind later, but he would keep that to himself until he saw how things progressed; "Yum…pizza…what kind did you get?" Amanda asked as she sat down at the table in the office.

Mark opened the box; "Just a plain cheese because I wasn't sure what you liked; I did get some peppers and pepperoni on the side…I also got an assortment of sodas…some are diet." Amanda smiled; "Sweet…thank you…I owe you dinner tomorrow night." Mark smiled back and they ate dinner.

After dinner, they set up a schedule for the camp counselors to follow when they arrived; Amanda decided that they would need to attend a few workshops on dealing with troubled children, which she would lead. Mark made a work schedule that the counselors would follow to get the campers' cabins ready…he had already worked on the bathhouses himself, so they would not need to deal with that. One counselor would be cooking in the kitchen, but he would have a rotation of assistants with the other counselors…the cook, named James, had worked as a fry cook in several restaurants in his home town and came highly recommended; Mark felt James was up to the challenge, but it would have to be stated that the other counselors were expected to help him, not goof off.

"That leaves janitorial duties and activities for the campers, but we will work on it tomorrow…we got a lot accomplished," Mark said, putting away the work into a filing cabinet. Amanda smiled; "So, we have the rest of the night off?" Mark nodded and his assistant grinned; "You wanna go for a dip in the lake?" Mark smiled; "Sure…let's get some towels and our swimsuits." Amanda returned the smile; "Ok…see you in ten."

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Mark sat on the bank of the lake; red was a color that was chosen for swimwear for the counselors of the camp; also, women were required to wear one pieces. Mark did not like the red trunks, preferring black, but it was what it was. He had brought a few beers in a cooler to the bank in case he and Amanda wanted to drink; the counselors would not be allowed to drink when they came to work here, but Mark knew they would sneak and do it…as long as they were completely respectful around the campers, that was fine with him.

He also knew the counselors would pair off and have sex; again, as long as they were respectful around the campers, it was ok with him…he had been a teenager once. The only thing that Mark drew a line at was drugs; that would be grounds for immediate firing. The group of counselors that were coming had been recommended by people who hired them as babysitters and other places of employment, so Mark knew he had good workers, but again, teenagers and young adults are going to do risky behavior.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Amanda said as she sat down next to him on the bank. Mark smiled; "Just the counselors coming and how I know they will engage in some risky behavior." Amanda nodded; "I know they will slip and drink…even go off and have sex…the only problem I have is illegal drugs…that is pushing the illegal behavior." Mark looked at her; "Great minds think alike." Amanda grinned and opened up the cooler; "Ah, Rolling Rock…I like this." She said as she got the bottle open from the bottom of the cooler; "Want one?"

Mark nodded and she handed him an opened beer; they drank in silence for a while; "Do you believe the Jason Voorhees legend of this place?… I read about it when I saw what camp I would be working at." Amanda said, sipping her beer. Mark thought about it; "No…I do believe he drowned and his mother did her crimes, but no; I don't think Jason is still stalking this camp." Amanda nodded; "Why did they never find a body then?" Mark shrugged; "I blame it on poor police investigation…I think an animal drug his body off and feasted on it."

Amanda agreed; "I think so too…you wanna go for a quick swim now?" Mark smiled; "Sure…let's go."

As the couple entered the water, a person breathed intensely and started moving closer to the camp.

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Mark and Amanda swam for about 20 minutes before the water got too cold; they ran to the main camp house, which was where workshops, dinners, and other group activities would occur when the counselors and campers arrived. Mark quickly started a fire in the huge fireplace while Amanda got a couple of blankets for them to sit on. The two sat in front of the fire, which warmed them; "This is nice." Amanda said, moving in closer to Mark.

Mark grinned and started running his fingertips down her back; they had dried off considerably, but Amanda's hair was still damp. She smiled and kissed Mark on the cheek…then on the lips…by the time she started kissing his neck, she had Mark pinned to the floor; "You like that?" She asked, raising up from his neck. Mark grinned; "Maybe better if we get out of our wet swimwear."

Amanda smirked and straddled Mark as he laid on the blanket; she pulled down the top of her swimsuit, exposing her quite ample breasts; Mark smiled and Amanda leaned down so that he could put his mouth and tongue all over them…he was not keen on tasting lake water, but he was so turned on that he didn't care. He reached his hands to the back of her swimsuit and completely pulled it off her body.

Outside the main camp house, a figure stood on the porch in the shadows, watching the couple…'This couple is old enough to know better, my special little boy…make them pay.' The figure nodded and went to find a weapon to kill the fornicating man and woman.

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Amanda grinned as Mark placed her on the blanket, stripping his trunks off; "You on the pill or do I need to go get a condom?" He asked, waiting for an answer. She smiled; "I have an IUD, so we are good to go." Mark smiled in return; "Good…but I think I want to have a little fun first." He lowered himself down between her legs and swiped his tongue up her slit; "Mark…oh, that feels so good…mmm" Amanda moaned as her partner continued his ministrations. Minutes later, Mark had her screaming his name as his face was covered in her wetness; "You like that?" He asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Amanda did not answer him, but instead pushed him back so that Mark was lying on the blanket again; she wasted no time going down on him, nor did Mark hold back his appreciation; "You're making my toes curl baby…oh." Meanwhile, the person had returned to the porch with a pitchfork…a nice heavy-duty one. The person watched the couple again; the man had his head tilted back while the woman had her head between his legs…the person needed to wait until both were fully distracted before the strike…the figure soon got their wish when the man suddenly flipped the woman back on the blanket, getting on top of her…it was time to move.

Mark pushed hard inside Amanda, who was greatly encouraging him; "Harder, baby…oh…please…Harder." He smirked and obliged, the two now being extremely loud…so loud that neither heard the door to the main cabin open; "Please…Mark, I am so close." He grinned; "Me too…baby." Mark increased his pace and Amanda tilted her head back, moaning loudly as her orgasm hit…Mark soon followed because of her sweet tightness…the two never saw the pitchfork coming at them.

The pitchfork pierced their bodies with such force that it impaled them together; Mark and Amanda both started spurting blood from their mouths; their moans were now ear-shattering screams. The person held the pitchfork until the couple stopped trashing about and was silent; the pitchfork was removed, and some blood got on the person's face, or their mask as it was the case.

The person looked into a nearby mirror and wiped the blood off their decaying hockey mask; the person sighed, but was then happy; 'My special little boy…you did your job well, and Mommy is pleased…come back to the cabin and rest now.'

The person turned and looked at the couple, who were now pale from blood loss…it would be a few days before someone would find them…Camp Crystal Lake would be empty once again.

Jason Voorhees would not have it any other way…he turned and left the main camp house…the fire in the fireplace slowly dying, putting Mark and Amanda's dead bodies into permanent darkness.

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Mark Hoffman sat at his workshop table, tinkering away on a new trap; he was not looking forward to John's latest hire, Detective Amanda Young, coming to work with him later. Mark thought of her as a haughty bitch and completely useless to what he and John were doing.

Amanda's twin sister, Amy, had been killed by Seth Baxter, Amy's ex-boyfriend. Seth was put in jail for a while, but was then released on a technicality five years later. Amanda, a respectable Detective once, lost her mind and killed Baxter by using Jigsaw's M.O. John was impressed with her Pendulum trap, but was not so impressed with her pretending to be him. Mark watched in the shadows as the young woman was tied up and made to look into a mirror, and tell John what she saw…Amanda had become an alcoholic, a product of the death of her sister and her respect as a fine Detective was waning.

The woman cried and screamed about her dead twin sister and the fact that the law she had sworn to uphold had let her down. Amanda confessed all of this as John held a shotgun behind the mirror, ready to kill the young Detective if she said something he did not agree with. Pleased with her answers, Amanda was recruited to help with the Jigsaw legacy; she provided legal information for certain contestants…she also started building traps that were way more technical than John and Mark's traps had ever been.

Mark, on the other hand, was once a drug addicted criminal, but he hadn't started that way…at least the drug addiction part. Mark was born into a family of white trash…his only saving grace was his sister Angie, but the cards of life had not been good to her either…she became a street hooker at 18, but thankfully stayed away from drugs. Mark was a drug runner, but he never used, until he ended up in jail on false charges. A cop, named Allison Kerry, had slept with Mark after meeting him one night at a bar…what Mark did not know is that Kerry had zeroed in on him as easy prey to trump up some charges to help move her police career along…she planted drugs on Mark before she left the motel they were at and he was arrested.

When Mark went to jail, he spent his time lifting weights and taking any drug that he could get his hands on…by the end of his two-year sentence, he was heavily addicted to heroin and cocaine. Mark fell even further into depression when he found out his beautiful sister had been picked up by a human trafficking ring, and was sold to someone in another country…he had not seen or heard from her in two years…Mark assumed she was dead.

Mark's drug use continued to spiral out of control until one night he woke up with a reverse bear trap on his head; the Jigsaw killer had selected him for a game…Mark was pretty sure his buddy, Cecil, was still alive when he cut into his stomach to get the bear trap key out…Mark beat the trap and felt he had a purpose in life for the first time…he dumped his drugs and began following the teachings of John Kramer.

But, life was still not easy for Mark…he had secretly started cutting to handle his drug urges and he found out that the woman that Cecil had caused to have a miscarriage at a hospital was John's estranged wife…Mark had Cecil go there to steal some drugs, so he was partially responsible for the miscarriage. Now, he was dealing with a person he felt should not even be here…the bitch had not even gone through an actual test…there would be hell to pay if Amanda continued to go untested…he would make sure of that himself.

Mark looked up as he heard the door open; Amanda walked in, wearing a pair of jeans, flat boots, and a tight cropped jacket that showed off a bit of her toned stomach…apparently, she liked to work out too. Her make-up was light and her long hair was in a messy bun…Mark would be an idiot if he said she didn't look hot; "What are we working on tonight, Hoffman?" Amanda said, setting her bag down.

Mark side-eyed her; "The Blood Eagle trap…I need you to hand me pieces as I put it together…if you can lift the pieces that is." Amanda rolled her eyes; "I think I can manage, Hoffman…I am not a weak ass." Mark didn't let the opportunity pass; "Only weak when it comes to booze, huh?" Amanda scoffed at him; "No different than the multiple track marks on your arms, stupid ass junkie."

Mark did not let that pass either; "You can talk to Allison Kerry about that…I didn't have that issue until she came along." Amanda smirked; "Yeah, she banged your trashy self and set you up…I heard about it…Though, I do think Kerry is a bitch for doing that." Mark smirked back; "Trashy, huh? Bitch wasn't saying that when I was dicking her down and up.

Amanda rolled her eyes again; "Must have not been that good if she framed you to go to the slammer." Mark grinned; "You are probably pissed that it wasn't you…you need a good screw in your life…might unwind your tight ass." Amanda smirked yet again; "Drugs must have damaged your brain…Hoffman…let's get to work…I need to get home."

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The two apprentices went to work on the Blood Eagle trap…the room was unbearably hot and Mark was trying his best to keep his shirt on, but it was getting too much; "F—k me, it's hot." He said as he took his shirt off and threw it to the ground. Mark continued to work and he felt eyes on him; he turned and saw Amanda look away quickly…he smirked and continued to work; "Can you hand me that long piece of metal on the table over there?" He heard footsteps coming towards him, so he turned away from the trap…and almost fell off the ladder because Amanda had removed her jacket…underneath, she had on a cut cropped tank top that showed off her toned stomach…she also did not have a bra on.

Mark recovered with a joke; "Trying to look sexy for John?" He said as he took the long metal piece she was holding and placed it where it needed to be. He heard Amanda lick her lips; "No…maybe for someone else." Mark grinned and turned towards her; "You trying to seduce me, Detective?" She grinned back; "Allison said you were quite good…even though she framed your ass." Mark looked at her; "I thought she said I was not that good." Amanda smirked; "That was me saying that to piss you off."

Mark smirked back and got off the ladder, walking closer to her; "You are treading into some dangerous territory, Detective…I don't like to be teased." She smiled and lifted her tank top off; "Who said I am teasing?" Mark grinned, leaning down to kiss and suck her neck; the Detective moaned and wrapped her arms around his sculpted back…Mark's hands went to her breasts, massaging them with a bit of force; "Mmm, you got a nice pair, Detective…think my mouth needs to inspect them." He heard Amanda giggle, which was something he had not heard from her before; "You got a way with words, Hoffman." He smirked; "I can back it up." She moaned as she felt his mouth close around her right nipple.

Mark was determined to make this uptight bitch scream and beg for him…beg to be in his bed every night…he could bring women to their knees if he wanted to; "Mark…OH!!" He grinned as he lightly nibbled on her breast and nipple…he then repeated the same actions to her left breast, which caused the Detective to scratch his back with her nails. Mark pulled away; "Get on your knees, baby." He watched as the excited Detective sank to her knees, waiting; "You're gonna get it rough, Mandy…you ready for that?" Amanda smirked and unzipped his jeans, exposing him…Mark barely has time to take a breath before she swallowed him up…going deep in her throat.

"That's it, Detective…suck it good, baby." Mark cooed as the straight-laced woman went wild on him…he felt like he was touching the back of her head, but Amanda had no complaints…he had to stop her when she cupped his sack; "Need you to stop, baby…you are doing too good a job." Mark watched her expression light up; 'Little princess likes to be praised, huh.' He thought to himself; "Lean against the wall beam." Mark instructed, removing his jeans, boxers, and shoes; he had been wise to do his cutting around the back of his knees, so Amanda would not see the scars…not that it mattered…he had track marks on his arms and several other scars on his body from various violent fights over the years.

The Detective leaned against the beam and Mark threw his jeans down in front of her to support his knees; he kneeled and unbuttoned her jeans..he then unzipped her boots and helped her get out of them: he threw them and her socks across the room before returning to her jeans, unzipping them and pulling them off of her. Mark grinned as he saw her red underwear was already wet; "You ready baby?" Amanda nodded and Mark practically ripped her underwear off before diving in.

Amanda moaned, yelled, gasped, and cursed as he continued his ministrations; she pulled at Mark's hair and pushed against his face. He smirked as he heard the uptight woman beg him to get her off…it was just what he wanted. And Mark did, three times in a row…he pulled away and the Detective collapsed to the floor…she was a panting, wet mess; "Need a break, Mandy?" He asked, looking at her.

Amanda shook her head negatively and got back up; Mark reached over in his jeans to get his wallet…he pulled out a condom and put it on; he then pushed her back up against the beam and wrapped her left leg around his back. He gave no warning as he entered her and the Detective screamed…it was a mix of pleasure and pain. Mark gave her a moment before he started moving, quickly picking up the pace…Amanda moaned and screamed as they continued…eventually, she wrapped her other leg around his back and he plowed hard into her.

"You like that baby…the stupid ass junkie rocking your world?" Mark taunted; Amanda said nothing, but dug her nails deep in his back, scratching with each thrust…Mark smirked; the Detective had a dark side to her…she liked being dominated by imposing men when it came to sex…it was the one place she could truly be a woman…her workplace did not allow her to be dominated…if she allowed it, she would be shoved to the back of the line in a heartbeat.

Mark did not allow women to beat him down; his mother set the tone for how he would view females in life…she was an abusive, angry woman who showed no love to him or his sister…Angie was his only positive female influence in his life, and she was used by every man in her life…even him at times. But, Mark was not going to allow Amanda to take what would be rightfully his when John passed away…she had a trap he designed waiting for her when the time was right.

However, making his co-apprentice squeal and beg him for more was making him quite happy, for now at least…good things did not last with Mark though; "You're so damn tight, baby…in a good way this time." He commented…he felt Amanda's walls flutter at his words…she did like praise in the bedroom. Mark dropped her legs and turned her to face the beam…he slammed back into her, going so hard that their skin smacked together; "Told you all you needed was a good lay, Mandy." Mark said.

Amanda grinned; "Mmm, that so? You seem to be liking my snatch…a lot." Mark grinned and kissed the side of her neck; "What's not to like…you get any tighter, you will snap it off." Amanda laughed…a genuine laugh that was not laced with malice; "Make me come again, Hoffman." He smiled and reached his hand around the front to add more stimulation in addition to his thrusts; "Like that?" Amanda nodded and breathed deep; "Uh-huh." Mark continued to stimulate, which got Amanda off…and another time after; "Mark…I don't think I can…OH!!" He grinned as she climaxed for the third time…he decided to ease off of her…she was looking quite tired.

Mark withdrew and whispered in her ear; "Get me off with those nice throat skills you have, baby." Amanda grinned and turned to drop to her knees while Mark removed the condom. She took him as deep as she could and started moving her head up and down; Mark sighed…Amanda was good at head, sex, and trap making…if only her ass would go through a real test; "Mmm, I'm almost there, Detective…don't stop."

Amanda then worked herself harder and Mark could not contain his moans or real praises; "MANDY…OHHH!!" He came undone and she did not let go until he was finished. Amanfa pulled away, grinning up at him; "Good times, Hoffman?" Mark smirked; "Hell yeah."

They quickly redressed and went back to work on the Blood Eagle trap…Mark immediately noticed that Amanda was much more relaxed now, even teasing in a not-so-mean way. Mark smiled; 'Please go through a test so I don't have to do it.' He thought as they continued to work.

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Five months later, Amanda would fail her test, but it was not Mark's that killed her…the dying John had Amanda fitted with a "fish tank" on her head that filled with water as time went going…Mark had helped design the trap, but he had no idea it was going to be Amanda's; she cut into her throat so the water could escape somehow…but she cut so deeply that she drowned in her blood. John died soon after, being killed by a constant's husband while Amanda lay prone in the room next to him.

Mark was all alone…like he always was…but, as he looked at the bodies of his mentor and co-apprentice…he realized too late that he had fallen for the uptight Detective, who had warmed greatly to him.

But, like everything in his life, there was no goodness or easiness for him…Mark sighed and buried his co-apprentice in a small room in the basement…unlike John, Amanda had no one to claim her body. Mark visited the room every day and talked to her like she was in the room with him..one day, the visits stopped, but Mark was not far away as he lay dying in the basement bathroom.

As Mark took his last breath, he did not think of his sister, but of the one woman who truly got to him…Detective Amanda Young of the Metropolitan Police Department.

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Mark Hoffman sat on the couch in his apartment, staring at the full bottle of bourbon that sat on his coffee table; the temptation to drink was killing him…he saw an exercise, a questionable one, that said to put a liquidity bottle in full view of your eyes…and just stare at it; the exercise did not specify if the bottle should be full or not, nor did it say how long to stare at it. However, Mark had held off grabbing the bottle for thirty minutes as he continued his stare…so maybe it was working.

It has been a rough week with John Kramer, who had unleashed his "nerve gas house" trap on several people, including first-time victim survivor, Amanda Young, who was now a devout follower of Jigsaw. The woman was put in the trap to ensure the safety of Daniel, Eric Matthews' son; things got super messy when Amanda ended up thrown into a needle pit of clean needles that was meant for another contestant. Being a former drug user, this set Amanda over the edge as she worked to find the key buried in the pit…she succeeded, but was injured…more injured than she led on.

Amanda was taken to see Dr. Gordon after the test was over and Daniel was assured to be safe; Gordon found that several broken-off needles were embedded in her skin and had to be surgically removed; Mark felt that something broke in Amanda after her surgery, but she masked it. Things got even worse for her when Eric got loose from his chain in the basement and he beat her severely…she got the last laugh on Eric, but it came at a price.

Dr. Gordon treated her; again, Mark got the sense that she was trying to mask how destroyed she was by these two events; Amanda mentioned that she had moved back in with an ex-boyfriend…Mark did not see it lasting because the man had cheated on her several times…he was also certain there was emotional and physical abuse present as well. Amanda had been staying at the warehouse, but abruptly moved in with her ex…Mark found it strange, but he also felt Amanda bore a lot of the blame for being involved in this mess to begin with…willingly.

Mark was interrupted by a knock at his door…it was 2 am and he was not expecting any visitors. He hid the bottle of bourbon back in a small cabinet of his coffee table and walked to the door; looking through the peephole…yes, it was a very unexpected visitor…Mark opened the door; "Amanda?" His co-apprentice looked up at him…she had been crying; "What's wrong?" Mark thought that she may have found John dead from the cancer, which would honestly be the best outcome for both of them…But;

"Samuel kicked me out…the warehouse is locked up and I didn't know where else to go…I'm sorry." Mark nodded and let her in…the only thing she had with her was her purse…she sat down on the couch. Mark locked the door; "You want something to drink?" Amanda smiled a bit; "Do you have something warm?" Mark smiled back a bit and got out a couple of packets of Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate mix and two mugs; he filled a tea kettle with water and put it on the stove; "Why couldn't you get in the warehouse?"

Amanda took a breath; "I left my key at Samuel's, along with everything else…he had another girl over at his place when I went there…he pushed me out the door and locked it…I unlocked it again, but he fought me for the keys and pushed me out again after he got them from me." Mark looked at her until the tea kettle whistled; he took it off the stove and poured the water and mix into the mugs, stirring it before walking over to the coffee table.

He sat down on the couch with Amanda and handed her a mug…she smiled a "thanks" and started blowing over the mug; "We'll go over and get your stuff tomorrow…I think you need to go back to the warehouse afterward…John is there alone most of the time." Mark said as he waited for his hot chocolate to cool. Amanda said nothing for a while; "He was gone tonight, so I couldn't get in." Mark nodded at her answer…something about Amanda's sudden move to Samuel's did not seem right still; "Why did you leave the warehouse in the first place?… I mean, you talked about how much of an ass this Samuel guy was."

Amanda put her mug down; "He wanted to get back together, so I went like an idiot." Mark could not dispute that; "You can stay here with me tonight, but you need to figure out your permanent lodgings, ok?" Amanda nodded; "Thank you." Mark said nothing else and they drank their hot chocolate in somewhat comfortable silence.

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Mark made Amanda a comfortable spot to sleep on his couch; it was nearing 4 am, but luckily it was Saturday, so they could sleep in for a while. Mark also gave Amanda a t-shirt to sleep in and a toothbrush that his dentist gave him in bulk. Amanda was in the bathroom as he set up her "bed"; she came out and Mark smirked inwardly…she looked quite cute in his old Academy t-shirt; her dark make-up was removed and she had a bare face…it made Amanda look much younger; "Here's your "bed" for the night, Young…Hope you like it."

Amanda grinned; "It's way better than what I had at my place or Samuel's…thank you for letting me stay here tonight, Detective." Mark grinned back; "See ya in a few hours." He watched from his bedroom door as Amanda snuggled down into the covers…Mark closed the door and changed into his sleep pants…he set a shirt off to the side that he would put on when he woke up. He got under the covers and nestled down…Mark was asleep in minutes.

About two hours later, Mark woke up to screaming coming from his living room; he quickly reached over and got his 9MM handgun…he slowly opened the bedroom door and saw Amanda trashing about on the couch…she was having a nightmare…a very violent one; "GOD…GET THEM OFF OF ME…AHHH!!" Mark put his gun down on an end table and walked over to Amanda to wake her up…she did not wake right away, but continued to trash and scream; Mark shook her hard a few times and she came out of it; "GET THE NEEDLES OFF…Mark?"

She looked at Mark; her whole body was still shaking, she was pale and sweaty; "Sorry…I was just having a bad dream." Mark stared at her; "I would say so…how long has this been going on?" Amanda looked down and away; "Answer me, Young." Mark said, with more force behind his voice. She looked at him; "Since I got thrown in the needle pit." Mark nodded; "Is that why you moved out of the warehouse?… You didn't want John to hear what his trap did to you?" Amanda quickly nodded, ashamed to admit her mentor's trap had done such a thing; "It is also better when I sleep with someone…that is why I went back to Samuel."

He looked at her intensely, then softened; "Take a quick shower…I will get you another shirt…you can come to my bedroom for a while." Amanda relaxed a bit; "Ok…ummm, I may need some new bottoms because everything is covered in sweat:" Mark blushed a bit, but recovered; "I will find you something…the laundry room is next to the bathroom…load your clothes and other stuff in there to wash them." Amanda nodded and Mark got up to go to his bedroom to find some clothing while she headed to the bathroom.

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Fifteen minutes later, Amanda came to Mark's bedroom; he had found her an old tank top and a pair of boxers. Mark swallowed hard because she had knotted the tank top and rolled the boxers down…her body was covered, but the clothes now fit her tightly…he could see a little bit of her stomach peaking out from time to time; "I feel much better now, thank you." Amanda said as she moved closer to the bed. Mark nodded and patted the bed; "Let's get some sleep." She smiled and climbed in; he covered them with the blanket…both soon fell asleep.

What felt like an hour later, Mark woke up to what felt like lips on his chest; he opened his eyes and saw Amanda naked on top of him; he went to say something, but she silenced him with a finger on his lips; "Just let it happen, Hoffman." Amanda said as she pulled down his sleep pants. He was silent as Amanda slid down his pole, so to speak. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back…he let it happen, just like she said. Mark moaned loudly…it felt so good. He opened his eyes and he saw what looked like a gunshot wound on Amanda's neck…it was leaking blood down her nude chest.

Mark shot up, catching his breath; he looked over at Amanda, who was asleep next to him, fully clothed. Mark looked down; he was aroused, but he could not shake the last image he saw of Amanda's neck. He slowly lay back down in the covers…he would be a liar if he said he had not fantasized about his co-apprentice, but the dreams never took a dark turn like that. Amanda stirred in her sleep and turned over, throwing her arms over him; Mark blinked, but said nothing as she hugged into him…he kinda liked it if he was being truly honest.

Mark quietly grazed his fingertips up and down her back; Amanda softly moaned and threw her leg over the top of his. He took his other hand and gingerly ran his fingertips from her knee to her thigh, stopping where the hem of the boxers ended. He decided to stop there because the idea of fooling around with his sleeping co-apprentice was not in his character…despite all the messes he had going on. Mark kept stroking Amanda's back, but removed his hand from her leg. He started dozing off when he felt Amanda shift and go on top of him; he swallowed the lump in his throat as she straddled him…did she think he was Samuel?

He felt Amanda's lips start to kiss his neck; his addled mind wondered if he was dreaming again, but this felt real. Mark remained quiet, afraid of breaking the spell of whatever was going on here…maybe sex was part of her comfort process…Mark had read about things like that before…the sex takes away the fears because the person is intimately connected to someone. Amanda raised and sat on his pubic region…now he was questioning whether she was the one who was asleep; "Amanda?" He said softly.

"I'm scared and I need your comfort, Detective…please take my mind off the fear…the pain." Mark knew this was not a good idea…it would add another layer to their already volatile relationship…but a man's flesh is weak and Hoffman gave in, bringing his co-apprentice down to his mouth for a kiss. Amanda hungrily gave in as well, kissing with an intensity that he had probably experienced once in his life with his first serious girlfriend he had almost proposed to before he found out what a cheating slut she was…Amanda's kiss erased that moment from his mind permanently.

Amanda broke the kiss and raised again, running her fingernails over his bare chest; "You must like hiding your Adonis-like body under your Kmart Blue Light Special shirts, Hoffman." Mark grinned at her somewhat joking observation; "Not true…I get them at Walmart." Amanda grinned back at that and removed her tank top; the room was still somewhat dark, but Mark could see her creamy white skin that did have some scarring from her abusive habits…nevertheless, her skin tempted him as he ran his fingers up her belly and to her mounds that fit nicely into his bigger hands; "Maybe you should wear more revealing tops around the warehouse…I like what I am seeing."

Amanda smirked and also tilted back her head from the sensation; "How about topless?" Mark felt a little nonplussed about that; John would see, Dr. Gordon would, though he had already seen Amanda topless a couple of times during her surgeries…the contestants would…Mark was a selfish bastard with everything; "Maybe." That was his answer…he couldn't let her know the sheer thought made him jealous. He pulled Amanda down towards him slowly, taking her left breast into his mouth, licking and sucking…the thoughts of blood pouring down her chest kept coming back, but he fought it…Mark wanted this.

Amanda sighed and ran her hands through his hair, bringing him in even closer; Mark switched to the right breast…he had not been with a woman in a few months; his last hook up was a drunken session in a back alley of a bar…he did not remember much. Mark also hooked up with a man a month later…law enforcement such as himself…how floored he was when he saw the man was now leading the FBI investigation for the Jigsaw crimes…the man tried to ignore that he knew Mark already…Mark would play to his advantage if he needed to.

But, Mark was determined to remember about this hookup…he felt that things were going to get even messier; Mark also felt at some point he was going to have to use the information he found on Amanda about her and Jill Tuck, John's estranged wife…it was more than just Amanda playing a role in the miscarriage of Gideon…it also violated the code of ethics set forth by the medicial profession…apparently Amanda liked both sexes like himself.

He removed his mouth from Amanda's breasts…he grinned; "Why don't you "have a seat" for a while, Mandy?" She giggled; "Does that line work a lot for you?" Mark grinned again; "Haven't heard any women complain, so there's that." His co-apprentice grinned and removed the boxers; he could smell her arousal as she moved up to his face and took her "seat". Mark sighed deeply and began to pleasure Amanda, who grabbed the headboard to steady herself; "Mark…ohhh." She moaned low as excitement began to build.

Mark worked his lips and tongue feverishly as Amanda grabbed the headboard so tightly that Mark thought she was going to break it…not that he would mind…in this context of course; "I'm almost there, Detective…please…PLEASE!!" He liked to hear her beg, but soon he was drinking her as Amanda moaned and screamed his name several times. She slid off to his side, catching her breath…Mark leaned over and gave her a passionate kiss; "Mmm, you taste so good, Mandy." He said after he broke the kiss.

Amanda smirked and moved herself back down to his pubic region; "Returning your favor, Detective." He smirked back; "I'm looking forward to it." She pulled down his sleeper pants…again, Mark blocked the images of his "dream" earlier…he had a feeling he was going to revisit that scene later when he slept and he didn't want to. Amanda slowly licked the underside and that sent shivers down Mark's spine…it was a stark difference from Amanda and the man known as Pete. She then closed her mouth completely around him…Mark moaned in appreciation…she was good in his happy dreams and real life; "You're so good, Mandy…mmm, like you going deep."

His praise caused Amanda to go even deeper…he heard her make some slight sounds, then it relaxed…another thing she had over the FBI agent, though Mark admired Pete's eagerness to please. Amanda continued to pleasure him…his toes curled because Jigsaw's little queen knew exactly how to please; "Mandy…I need you to stop…it's too damn good." Amanda lifted her head and looked at him, wanting more.

She got on top of him, and began to sink; Mark went to ask about protection, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips and lightly grazed a patch that was on her upper arm…he had seen it earlier, thinking it was a bandage from a cut or stitch; "Birth control patch, so you need not to worry…just let it happen, Hoffman." Mark swallowed at her words because…well, the nightmare and all…but, his mind then became focused on Amanda riding him…it was better than any fantasy he had about her. He liked her domination and he did not allow women, or men, to do that to him in the bedroom.

"Mandy…ohhh…I am so close." Mark said softly, his pleasure taking over. Amanda smiled and took his hand to rub her "sweet spot"…he smiled back and timed the rubbing with her pushes as she continued her hard riding. Amanda tilted her head up and moaned loudly…her orgasm squeezing him tightly…Mark dropped his hand and yelled out, his warmth spilling into his co-apprentice. She leaned forward and kissed him as he came down from his high. They slowly broke the kiss; "I liked that, Detective." Amanda said softly.

Mark grinned; "Me too, Young…me too." They quickly cleaned up and got back under the covers…Mark wrapped his arms around Amanda now sleeping form…he smiled again and closed his eyes…neither one of them had any nightmares after that…they would continue this "sleep therapy" until the night of Jeff Denlon's test.

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Mark stared at the note that was held to the desk by Amanda's bloodstained knife…she and John were dead in the next room, and Mark needed to go find Pete before he found the Denlons' now orphaned daughter. He removed the knife and read the note…it told Amanda that she must kill Lynn Denlon, or that John would be told about her role in Gideon's death and also her past relationship with Jill…Mark's name was signed to the letter, but he did not write it…he questioned if it was John who did it…or maybe it was Jill Tuck.

Mark pocketed the letter and Amanda's knife; he walked into the next room, ignoring John, looking at his dead co-apprentice and secret lover; he threw up in the trash can when he saw the bullet hole wound…just like he saw in his nightmare months ago…the last one he had before he and Amanda started their "therapy". He cleaned off his mouth and bent down to Amanda's side; "I know you won't believe me, but I didn't write the letter, Mandy…I swear." Her dead eyes stared at him…he carefully, with his leather gloves, moved her so that her face was looking at his; "I love you…I should have said it while you were alive…no one will keep me safe from my bad dreams now."

Mark took a breath and lightly kissed her cold lips…he then moved Amanda back to how she was when he found her…he stood up, not even glancing at his former mentor…he had Pete to deal with right now…he would also deal with Jill Tuck in the future…maybe she was the one who was truly afraid that John would find out what she and Amanda did…Mark would find out.

He turned and looked at the sick room one more time; "Game Over" Mark said as he slammed the door shut and went off to find Pete.

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Mark Hoffman sat in a fancy hotel; he hated doing these jobs, but it came with police work. He was pretending to be a customer for a high-priced call girl, who he would give "tapped" money to, which would locate where the main pimp was. There had been an uptick of women being trafficked by pimps to other countries, so the police were trying to shut down the operations as much as possible. The "exchange" between Mark and the call girl would be "non-touching" sex…whatever that meant by the call girl.

Mark was just happy to be away from the Jigsaw warehouse for a while; John had been putting him and Amanda through the wringer building traps; they were currently at a standstill because John had run out of money and was off in New York trying to secure some more with some bonds he had stored there. Mark had some cash stored away, but he was not about to give it to the Jigsaw killer…if anything, Mark was going to use the money to get the hell out of Dodge when the opportunity presented itself.

Mark heard the hotel door open; he had left instructions for the front desk to give "Ariel" a key to his room…he was certain this hotel sealed with high-priced call girls regularly. Mark walked back to his seat that he had placed off in the shadows…he used inspiration from the famous scene in True Lies to hide his identity; Mark started to feel nervous…he knew this was a "non-touching" exchange, but so many things could go wrong. However, colleagues like Eric Matthews would easily just bang the call girl and say it was all for "line of police work".

Mark sat down and he saw the woman come in…he could not see her face clearly…then she spoke; "Hello, my name is Ariel…I am going to freshen up real quick and we will get down to business Mr. Hall." Mark was stunned for a moment, and then an Australian accent came out of his mouth; "Looking forward to it, Ariel." He watched as Ariel went into the en-suite and closed the door…Mark started breathing hard…his call girl was Amanda Young.

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Mark took stock of the situation while Amanda was in the bathroom; he needed to make sure to keep up the Australian accent during the entire exchange…Mark had done a bit of acting in high school and was able to pull off the accent decently, so Amanda would probably buy it. Also, he needed to make sure that Amanda stayed away from his seat and remained as close to the bed as possible. The money was on the nightstand for her to get after her "services". Now, he was genuinely curious what Amanda would offer as "non-touching."

He heard the bathroom door open and he saw Amanda, who was dressed in a black lace bra and matching underwear; her hair was still spiked, but nearly curled…her make-up was dark, but lighter in a way. Mark took notice that she had on fishnets attached with garters and also had on fingerless gloves that went up to her elbows…he figured Amanda did this so that the scarring on her arms and thighs could be masked…she looked incredibly hot…probably one of the hottest women that Mark had been in the presence of….'She cleans up nice' he thought.

"I want you to move to the bed, Ariel…but no closer please," Mark said in his accent. Amanda obeyed and stood next to the tall bedpost; "Since we agreed to do no touching, what do you want me to do, Mr. Hall?" Mark smirked; he pretty much had his own Jamie Lee Curtis in front of him…why not have a little fun?…"I want you to dance for me, Ariel." Mark said. Amanda smiled…"You have any music for me, Mr. Hall?" Mark looked around…he did see a stereo that was near the bathroom entrance and it looked like there were some CDs; "Over there near the bathroom entrance…choose your music."

He watched as Amanda turned to walk over to the stereo…he started sweating when he saw she had on a stringed thong; Amanda's ass was quite shapely…she needed to stop wearing her baggy sweats ASAP. Mark waited patiently as he heard the song "Rag Doll" by Aerosmith begin to play through the speakers; Amanda walked back over to the tall bedpost in time to the music and began her dance; Mark was speechless as he watched his co-apprentice perform to the song…' Hot tramp, Daddy's little cutie…' sang Steven Tyler…' Hot tramp indeed' Mark thought as he watched Amanda grind on the bedpost.

The song continued…Amanda grinned at him and bent down, slowly moving back up the bedpost, licking it with her tongue in the same direction as she straightened up; 'Bitch has seen True Lies too' Mark thought, his arousal becoming evident through his pants. He took a few breaths as the song came to an end; "That was very nice Ariel." Mark said, turning his accent back on. Amanda smiled; "What else do you want, Mr. Hall?" Mark thought carefully…his time would be coming to a close; "Get on the bed…on your knees, facing me." Amanda did as he instructed…' Damn, I want to touch her.' Mark thought as he took her in with his eyes."

Mark cleared his throat; "Take off your bra slowly for me." He watched as Amanda reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps fall slowly…he grinned as she brought the cups off her breasts, dropping the bra to the floor…Mark was quite impressed with his co-apprentice's more than ample rack; "Take off your thong, Ariel." His breathing increased as he watched her remove her thong…the garters stayed in place and the thong joined the bra on the floor…Mark swallowed… his co-apprentice liked to use her razor in a good way too…"You look lovely." Mark said, truly meaning it.

Amanda smiled; "Anything else, Mr. Hall?" Mark licked his lips; "Rub your body all over…pretend it is my hands, Ama..Ariel." He swallowed…he about screwed up. Amanda smirked and started by rubbing her chest slowly, concentrating on areas that would bring the most pleasure…Mark groaned…after she leaves, he was gonna have to have a cold shower with some soaped-up hands. Amanda moaned softly, descending her hands to her true pleasure spot…Mark unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt…he could barely stand it; "Mmm, so hot." He clasped his hand over his mouth…he had just said that in his regular voice with no Australian accent.

"What the f—k…is that you, Hoffman?" Amanda said getting off the bed and walking over towards him. Mark hid his face in his hands…it was no use; "You asshat!!" Amanda said, smacking his head and shoulders several times; Mark finally grabbed her hands to get her to stop; "Why the hell are you being a call girl; Young?" He asked. Amanda snarled; "Why are you being a "John" dumbass?" Mark blinked; "This is a sting operation, smartass…I can haul your ass to jail if I want to." Amanda took several deep breaths; "Go ahead…slap the cuffs on me…Dan will have me out by tomorrow morning."

Mark grinned; "Is Dan your pimp?" Amanda smirked; "Didn't you go to police academy, idiot; or did you just watch those Police Academy movies and call it a degree?" Mark chuckled at that and let her go; "We are investigating an uptick in pimps selling their workers to sex trafficking rings overseas…we are trying to bust the pimps to stop it." Amanda slowed her anger and took a few more breaths; "I haven't worked for Dan in several months…I thought I could help the money situation by taking a few 'no touch' jobs." Mark looked at her; "You are doing this for John?" Amanda shrugged; "He doesn't know I am…plus my money funds are running thin…I may want to have a backup plan if everything goes south."

Mark could understand that in a way; since Eric Matthews' framed Amanda to get her into jail, she was blacklisted from anything decent…he was not surprised to see she was into prostitution, but he was shocked to see she worked the line of a high price call girl…but now, he could see why the rich men wanted her services, even if she didn't touch them; "The money is "tapped"…just letting you know…you can take it…you choose to do what you want with it." Amanda nodded and then smirked; "You aping True Lies, Detective?" Mark smirked back; "Yeah…and it looks like you are doing the same."

Amanda rolled her eyes; "I gotta get going…Dan's sending a car to get me." She walked back to the bathroom and got her trench coat and purse, reaching over to the nightstand to get the money; "You gonna be at the warehouse later?" Mark nodded; "Probably around 11 pm…got some small pieces to work on." Amanda quickly put back on her underwear and bra, tying the trench coat tight…she placed the money in her purse; "See ya, Hoffman." Mark smirked; "Right."

Amanda left the hotel room; Mark took a breath and buttoned his shirt back up…he decided to wait until he got to the warehouse for his cold shower with lots of hand soap.

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Mark parked at the lot at the warehouse; he had just gotten back from the police department after filing a report of tonight's operation…he wrote that the money was handed off…after that, it was up to fate what happened to it…Mark did bend the rules by telling Amanda it was "tapped", but that didn't mean all was lost on the operation; Mark wrote down a possible name for the pimp, so that helped…they also had a phone number, but that likely belonged to a Tracfone.

He got out his car and walked to the side entrance of the warehouse, using his key to get in. He turned to shut the heavy door when he felt someone grab and spin him around, pushing him to the door; Mark's eyes focused, and it was Amanda, who was still in her black trench coat…in fact, her whole call girl persona was still intact; "What are you doing, Young?" Mark asked, genuinely curious.

His co-apprentice smirked; "Violating the 'no touch' agreement"; Mark took a breath and Amanda planted her lips to his. He moaned and tried to wrap his arms around her, but she pushed him back to the door, lifting his arms with her hands…Mark had to admit that Amanda had some strength when she wanted to. She broke the kiss and pushed him towards the stairs…thinking she wanted him to go up them, Mark started to walk, but she grabbed the back of his jacket; "Lay your ass down on the stairs." Amanda said, her voice dripping with desire. Mark smirked and did what she asked; "You boss all your "Johns" around like this?" Amanda smirked back and straddled him as he lay on the stairs; "Just you, asshat."

He grinned and reached for her trench coat, but she smacked his hands away; "You follow my rules, Hoffman." Mark smiled; "Ok…but I get to boss your bitch ass around later." Amanda untied her trench coat…he could see the bra and panties from earlier were still on her body; "Maybe." She said as she threw her trench coat back towards the door. Mark swallowed; he wanted to put his hands all over her body, but he had to play nice for now; "What do you want me to do, Mr. Hoffman?" He grinned; "I want that bra off, right now." Amanda reached her hands around her back, but stopped; "Can you do the Australian accent?… I thought it was hot."

Mark chuckled; "Sure." He said, turning on the accent. She smiled and removed the bra; "That sounds quite natural from you, Hoffman." He laughed; "Thanks…thespian acting in high school." Amanda went back to her call girl role; "What do you want now, Sir?" Mark grinned big; "I like it when you call me Sir, so keep doing that…I would also like to touch that fine rack of yours." She smirked and lifted his hands to her breasts; "You may, Sir." He slowly rubbed her breasts and nipples in tandem with each other…Amanda moaned and tilted her head back; "Put your hot mouth on them, Sir."

Mark did just that, licking, sucking, and teasing…he wonder how many 'Johns' that Amanda had serviced and how many of those were touching; again, her regular appearance did not match a high priced call girl…maybe Amanda just liked to be herself during her downtime…she was truly playing a character here…a hot, desirable character; "Mmm, so nice Sir." Mark sighed and pulled away, looking at her; "So are you, Amanda." She blushed a bit before going back into her act; "Slip your hand in my underwear, but don't do anything else, Sir." Mark slowly slid his right into her panties…she was burning to the touch and he groaned, waiting for more instructions.

Amanda smiled; "Put your fingers in me, Sir." He smirked and did so; his co-apprentice moaned loudly and leaned forward to kiss him hungrily…Mark smirked again after they broke apart; "Not bad for sausage fingers, huh?" Amanda giggled; they had been working on a small trap one day and Mark could not get a piece put together because his fingers were too big…growing frustration with the hold up, Amanda told him to get his "stupid ass sausage fingers" out of the way, and let her do it…his sausage fingers were very nice in this context; "They are quite good, Sir." Amanda said as Mark continued to work his fingers…she grabbed his hair tightly as she climaxed; "Bitch, you gonna scalp me…ow!!"

Amanda grinned and let go of his hair; "I'll make it up to you Sir." Mark grinned as she slid down the stairs a bit to unbutton and unzip his pants; she reached behind her to get her trench coat…she pulled out the belt and went into the pocket to pull out some protection…Mark looked at her; "Were you gonna have sex with your "John" anyway?" Amanda shook her head; "No, but one thing I was taught was to have it handy at all times." She took the belt and tied Mark's hands above his head…he started squirming…he liked it when women did this to him, but it usually occurred only if the woman initiated it…Mark was too shy to ask, but he played the "tough" act for Amanda; "Yes..tie me up, woman."

She smirked and pulled his pants and boxers down low; he was already excited, so there was no need for additional stimulation; Amanda opened the foil package and put the protection on Mark…she stood up to remove her underwear and immediately mounted him…Mark threw his head back and almost knocked himself out on the stairs; "Damn girl…you're about to snap it off…OH." Amanda giggled at his words; "You like that, Sir?" He grinned; "Yes…But I want you to call me Detective now…you sound so pissed and bossy when you call me that." She grinned back; "I sound that way because you have probably pissed me off for real, Detective." Amanda increased her speed, and tilted her head back; "Damn, Detective…you've been a hidden jewel on my radar."

Mark moaned and focused to stay with his accent; "Maybe you should have been nicer to me…you would have discovered me much sooner." She smiled and grabbed his forearms to stabilize herself…she pulled in hard against Mark and the loud sounds of their sex and moans filled the stairway…he had never heard Amanda make such guttural sounds…or any woman for that matter; "You feel good, baby…I'm getting close." Amanda stared at him and increased her pace tenfold…Mark started yelling and moaning even louder; "Amanda…I'm…OHHH!!" He climaxed hard and went limp on the stairs, catching his breath.

But Amanda was not quite done yet; she disengaged herself from Mark and planted right on his face…he suddenly found the energy to bring his co-apprentice to her end, going at her core like it was his last meal; "I'm almost there Detective…PLEASE…OHHH!!" Amanda came down from her high and slid down Mark's body; "Shit, that was good." She said. He grinned; "Hell yes it was." Mark said, going back to his normal accent. They lay there on the stairs after Amanda untied his hands; Mark lightly stroked Amanda's back while she stroked his chest; "Did you give Dan the money?" He asked, lightly kissing her forehead.

Amanda nodded; "Yes…and I want you to check a name for me…Leanna Duncan." Mark would need her to remind him of the name again later so he could write it down; "Ok…why do you need me to check?" Amanda looked up at him; "She is a call girl for Dan…she disappeared about a month ago…and he has been dodgy if any of the girls ask about her." Mark nodded; "I will…you may want to use caution just in case Dan may get into the trafficking." Amanda put her head down back on his chest; "Tonight was my last night…I did enough work to secure some money for myself and if John would need it."

Mark was secretly relieved about that, but he couldn't show Amanda that…she saw him as an emotionless oaf and nothing more; "I think John will have enough money when he gets back from New York…so, things should start running again." Amanda smiled against his chest; "You wanna finish that small trap you were working on earlier?"

Mark smiled back; "Sure…I promise my sausage fingers won't get in the way." Amanda lifted her head from his chest and gave him a slow kiss; "I think your sausage fingers can fit fine in "tight" places, Detective." Mark laughed…a real laugh that he had not done in quite a while; "Charming as always, Amanda."

She looked at him one more time and smirked; "Charming just like you, Aussie." Mark blushed; "Ok Young, let's get to work."

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Mark Hoffman sat in a state prison, beginning his third year into his "life with possibility of parole after 30 years" sentence for his crimes as a Jigsaw accomplice…Mark was able to avoid a harsher punishment because it was discovered that the former Detective was being blackmailed by the actual killer, John Kramer, who was deceased. Mark received credit for the real death of Seth Baxter only…the other details of his crimes were somewhat murky due to the circumstances.

But, it was determined that the former Detective was a danger due to his instability and received a life sentence for being an accomplice…the only sliver lining was that Mark would be eligible for parole after 30 years…he would in his mid sixties by that point; however, parole was not a guarantee and Mark would have to toe the line during those thirty years. The former Detective was mainly put into solitary confinement and kept out of the GP, due to his status as a police officer. He was housed in New York City, but the reputation as an accomplice of John Kramer was already well known…in fact, many of the other prisoners feared Mark Hoffman because of that.

Mark did not mind being alone and feared; the quiet, brooding man spent time in his cell reading and lifting weights when he was allowed to go to the gym…he stayed out of trouble; he needed to if he wanted to leave jail in thirty years. He was made to visit a psychiatrist once a week…Mark played along with the young man, who thought he could tap through Mark's darkness, but it was all for show…if Mark got out in thirty years, he would move to another state and start his own brand of Jigsaw games…John was an old man when he began his legacy, why couldn't Mark do the same?

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Mark looked up as two guards came through the door; he put his book down and stared quietly at the men; "Hoffman, the warden needs to see you about something…let's go." Mark got up as they put handcuffs and leg cuffs on him and escorted him to the warden's office.

They entered a back hallway that was used for no-GP prisoners…Mark knew the route well because this is where he walked to receive his meals, his showers, and gym time. He was quiet as the guards escorted him, but he was always on the defensive…he expected a guard at some point to try to take him out, but it had not happened…not yet anyway. Mark knew both guards, named Ryan and Brad…he knew them because they were once on his list for Jigsaw games before he got caught. In listening to the men's conversations, they both realized that their girlfriend was playing them…Mark listened even deeper into their conversations and figured out the two men had become lovers…He was actually happy that the two men had found each other because they seemed to be doing a hell of a lot better than when they were with the cheating bimbo.

Mark was brought into the warden's office and seated in front of the man's desk…the warden, named Frank, turned around in his spinning office chair with a file; "How are things going Mark?" Mark kept his stoic face, but answered the man; "Fine." He spoke simple answers to questions…he had to be careful. Frank nodded and opened the file; "We had a request from your wife…she wants a private visit with you." Mark nodded…however, his mind was screaming; 'What the hell? My wife? I'm not married, dumbass.'

Frank read through the file; "Miranda Hoffman, your wife of five years, put in a formal request earlier this week…and we are thinking about granting it to you since you have been on good behavior for your first two years here…it would be a private visit for eight hours in one of the trailers in the prison yard…guards would be around, but you and your wife will be left alone." Mark nodded again; "When would this visit take place?" Frank read through the file again; "If approved, next Monday…if things go well and you continue your good behavior, she can visit you one time a month."

Mark swallowed; "Ok, I agree to it." Frank smiled a bit; "Ok, I will let her know…she will be searched and have certain things removed before she is allowed to be in the trailer with you…standard procedure." Mark nodded for the third time, and Ryan and Brad escorted him out of the office…Mark was looking forward to meeting his "wife" for the first time next week.

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Mark laid on his bed, trying to think who Miranda Hoffman was…he had went on a huge bender five years ago in Las Vegas while on a police retreat…it is possible he and Miranda met while he was blacked out drunk and decided to do a Vegas wedding…but, she never made her appearance known to him because she probably sobered up and blew town. Another possibility is that a woman Mark knows or doesn't know, forged a wedding certificate and wants to visit him…he knew that some women got off on sleeping with convicted criminals.

Mark grinned a bit; to be fair, he had not been with a woman in years…he could have his pick of men here if he wanted to, but most were afraid of him, and he was not going to play the game of making someone his "bitch". Maybe this would be a little fun…and if he and the woman got along, he could see her one time a month to get some of his "needs" met. Mark really hoped the woman was pretty, but at this point, he would probably sleep with a "cow" or an old lady.

He grinned again and then picked up the book he had been reading; it was called the 'Hunger Games' and was fairly new…he was allowed at times to request books from the prison library and he had heard Brad and Ryan talking about it. Mark really liked the idea of people competing in games to be the "one who came out on top" and received riches for doing so. Maybe at some point, he would do his own form of the Hunger Games with a Jigsaw flair.

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Monday rolled around and Mark woke up; his visit with his "wife" would be at 11 am and would end at 7 pm. He ate breakfast and had a shower…he spent the rest of the morning reading more of the Hunger Games before Brad and Ryan came to his cell to escort him the the conjugal trailers. As Mark made his way to the trailers, he became a bit nervous…seriously, who was this woman who claimed to be married to him? A nut case? A drunken mistake? An old friend?

Mark was checked before he went into the trailer; he had slippers on and an orange jumpsuit that had Velcro buttons. His "wife" had her belt and shoes removed…she had a hat on, but it was checked thoroughly along with everything else on her person. Anything that they "needed" was in the trailer for their use. Mark took a deep breath and went into the trailer; he saw a woman in light blue jeans wearing a black blazer…she had a fedora hat on, and had her head down when he entered…her hair was long and brown with some highlights in it…her nails were painted red and she was on the smaller side…Mark swallowed hard; "Hello, Miranda."

The woman looked up at him and he became weak, falling to the floor; "Amanda?" His assumed dead co-apprentice looked at him and smirked; "Looks like you've seen a ghost, Hoffman." Mark took a few deep breaths to stabilize himself…he should bang on the trailer door and get out, but he didn't; "Last time I saw you, you were lying in a pool of your blood." Amanda smirked again and turned her neck sideways, showing an old, but huge neck scar…"Thank goodness that one of the other apprentices was a doctor."

Mark looked at her; he knew that John had a doctor as a helper for some of the contestant surgeries, but he never counted on the doctor saving Amanda; "So, you went into hiding?" Amanda nodded; "Yep…followed everything that went down quietly…Jill Tuck got you good I see." Mark touched his scar from the bear trap; "Too bad I never "repaid" her for that…bitch messed up my face…f—k her." Mark had tried to treat the severe cut himself, but it was too deep…he was forced to go get care at a hospital…a small, out-of-the-way one…he never assumed that Jill's current boyfriend was working there as a nurse…the man recognized him and called the police…Mark's time as Jigsaw came to an end.

Amanda grinned; "Your letter was really clever Mark… I wish I would have thought of that myself." He snapped at her; "You were in my way…you could have just left and not done what the letter said…you had to keep your little secret from John." Amanda kept grinning; "But, I confessed it to Jill before my "death" on the doctor's operating table…so, my mind is clear about that now…I am still working through what I did to Lynn, but at least her daughter is set for a while with John's money that I made sure her adoptive family got."

Mark chuckled darkly; "You think that makes up for your mistakes, girl?" Amanda chuckled back just as darkly; "You think going to jail is going to save your soul, Detective?" He smirked; "You should be in here with me…may still be a chance of that now." Amanda smirked back coldly; "Amanda Young is dead…Miranda Hoffman is alive…good luck trying to prove that "Amanda" still exists…I am sure they will believe a criminal liar like yourself."

Mark got quiet; "Is that why you are here…just to gloat?" Amanda looked at him; "A bit…But I also figured you were lonely as well." Mark smirked; "What makes you think I would be interested in f—king you, wifey?" Amanda smirked to match his; "I am sure I can make you interested, hubby." He grinned…despite how pissed he was, her appearance and natural bitchiness was turning him on…it always did way back then, but he chose to be "unfeeling" like John taught him to be…he was certain that Amanda had thought of everything to make "Miranda Hoffman" a reality…she was smart and cunning that way; "Get me interested then, bitch." Mark said, sitting on the bed, as Amanda got up from her chair.

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Amanda stood in front of him; he watched intently as she removed her tiny button-up blazer; Mark grinned as he saw his "wife" had no bra on, showing her quite perky chest; "Mmm, nice to see no sagging, wifey." Amanda rolled her eyes; "I am in my early 30s, asshat…I work workout since I actually care about my health now." He smiled a bit; "Let me see the rest…Randa." She smirked back, sorta liking the new nickname…she took off her jeans, wearing a very thin black thong; "Mmm…turn around." Amanda did as he requested…Mark sucked in his breath; her back and rear were perfectly sculpted…she was not lying about working out; "Nice." He commented.

He stared at his "wife" a bit longer; "Come here." Amanda moved forward to where Mark was sitting on the bed; he ran his big hands from the back of her knees to her butt, squeezing it; "Your ass is going to be covered in bruises by the time you leave here, wifey." Amanda looked down at him; "Promise?" Mark nodded and ran his hands up her back, stopping at the back of her neck; "You know how easy it would be for me to choke the life out of you, baby?" Amanda smirked; "Go ahead if you want…baby."

Mark put his big hands around her small neck and squeezed…she never flinched or showed any fear; he smirked and dropped his hands from Amanda's neck, moving to her breasts; "So, you forged a document to marry me, hmmm?" He said as he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. Amanda moaned; "Mmm, it's legally bound…your signature was on a lot of things you didn't know about." Mark grinned; "I forged your signature on a few things too, so I guess we are even." He put his mouth on her breasts and Amanda tilted back her head…Mark was rough, leaving teethmarks all over, but his "wife" didn't care…her moaning goaded him on.

He picked Amanda up and threw her on the bed; "Ready for some fun, baby?" Mark said, ripping her thin underwear off her body. Amanda grinned; "Yes, hubby." He plunged his head between her legs, eating her so hard that she ripped the thin covers with her fingernails; "Mark…OH…SO GOOD!!" Amanda chanted as she pushed herself into his face…he grinned…she was being so loud that he was sure the guards could hear them…Mark couldn't care less…he had a wild bitch and she wanted to be pleased the only way he could do it…Amanda screamed out and covered Mark's face…how he had missed pleasuring a woman like this.

Mark pulled away and deeply kissed his "wife"; she had to pull his hair so she could come up for air; "Your turn, baby." Mark got off the bed and leaned up against one of the walls on the trailer; Amanda stood in front of him, undoing his Velcro buttons, pulling his orange jumpsuit all the way down to his knees with his briefs…Mark immediately pulled her face to him as she sat on her knees…wifey wasted no time getting in the groove, going deep and bobbing fast; "Mmm, such a good little "wife" you are, Randa…taking it all like a champ." He observed, truly enjoying himself.

Amanda moaned against him in appreciation…Mark eventually had her stop, pulling her face away; "Ready?" He asked. Amanda nodded and got into bed. He removed his jumpsuit and underwear completely, walking over to the small box marked "condoms"; he selected one and quickly put it on. He walked over to the bed and got on it…he went to his knees as he moved Amanda to the wall closest to the bed; Mark spread her legs and pushed them back until they were touching the wall…he entered her and Amanda cried out…Mark gave her a moment to adjust.

Amanda smiled, letting him know she was ready…he smiled back and started thrusting, speeding up more and more each time…Mark could hear the trailer squeaking, but again, he did not care…Amanda did not care; it was too good care. He pushed hard against her…yes, Amanda was going to have some bruises on her lower bottom…she encouraged it with her pleas for more. Their moans and hard slaps filled the trailer…it was coming to an end; "Mark…I'M ABOUT TO…AHHH." His "wife" came undone and it squeezed Mark hard…he tilted his head up and moaned hard…his orgasm hitting just as hard into the condom…he moaned low in his throat as he came down…looking at his tired former co-apprentice, who had a smile on her face; "That was so good…hubby."

Mark smirked and leaned down to kiss her; "That it was, wifey."

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They spent the rest of their time together, catching up a bit, though Amanda was dodgy on her current whereabouts…the guards brought them dinner around 4 pm, where they discussed the Hunger Games, which Amanda was also reading…Mark could tell in her eyes that she was thinking the same ideas as him. They had sex one more time before it was Amanda's time to leave…she was slated to come back in a month, barring Mark continued his good behavior…he also asked her to have the Hunger Games finished when she came back…Mark gave his "wife" a few passionate kisses before she left the trailer…Mark thought for a bit about turning Amanda in, but he decided not to…he was eaten up with her too much.

As Mark slept that night, he dreamed that he and Amanda watched Jigsaw contestants from high above…they watched the players get weapons out of the red and black cornucopia, fighting each other to the death…the winner would have one more game, a traditional Jigsaw game, to complete before given their riches, which would be a new appreciation for life and one special desired item. Mark and Amanda were in their senior years in the dream, but they also had a son and daughter to continue the games whenever they passed away.

Mark smiled as his dream ended; the next time Amanda visited, conception would hopefully begin, keeping the Jigsaw legacy alive for years to come.