The Sensual Suicide

An excerpt from The Sensual Suicide

Abbey leaned over the edge and ran her fingers thru the still waters. "Have you ever thought about it, Ridge?"

Ridge was thinking how good his partner's round ass looked in her short tweed skirt. "What's that?" he asked.

"What happens when we die. What it would be like, the final minutes; the final seconds."

The detective ran his hand over the back of his neck. "No," he said. "I don't wanna know."

Abbey sat down on the floor and brushed a stray lock away from her face. "I have a girlfriend who says that her boyfriend chokes her sometimes.... You know... during sex."

That got Ridge's attention. That and the view down Abbey's blouse at the cleavage straining to burst out. "Like for fun?" he asked. "Or like he's mad at her?"

She looked up at him with a strange light in her eyes. "It's very intense, she says. The... pleasure."