I used my other hand to reach up and grab a handful of hair. I yanked roughly and watched as her head titled back and her mouth opened. She grabbed at my hair and pulled, which for me was a major turn on. I tilted my head back and ground my hips into hers and moaned. The contact felt amazing. I ground my hips again and again and soon we were both panting and gasping for air and occasionally moaning. “Spencer” I moaned into her mouth.

I ran my hand down her toned stomach and back into her shorts. I entered her fast and hard. She moaned loudly and began rocking her hips in sync with the movement of my two fingers. “My god, you’re so wet” I said into her ear in a raspy tone. I lowered my lips towards her. She barely latched onto my lips before I pulled away and smiled. I lowered my lips again and pulled away…and again. I loved to tease her.

“That is so not nice” She giggled and grabbed my hair again and forced me down to kiss her. I loved the feeling of her lips.

My fingers slowed as my mind went elsewhere. Suddenly I wasn’t in the mood anymore. I suddenly realized that the hands I had used to murder a man were the same hands I was using to touch Spencer and I found that to be wrong.

********Spencer’s POV (once again, not often, but necessary) *******

 Ashley’s fingers inside of me felt so good. I noticed that when she was having sex, her brown eyes turned from dark and mysterious to bright and mysterious. I had to stop myself from coming to just the sight of her on top of me. But something went wrong. Suddenly the movement of her fingers stopped and her eyes began to roll back. Suddenly the arm that was supporting her body upwards gave in and she fell flat on top of me. I rolled her onto her back. Her body began convulsing. “Ashley! ASHLEY! WAKE UP!” In my one year as a pre-med student, I knew Ashley was in shock. From what exactly, I didn’t know.

I lightly tapped her cheek trying to get her to regain control and wake up. Her head began rolling from one side to the other from her constant shaking. I was so scared. I held her body down and yelled. “ASHLEY PLEASE! ASHLEY WAKE UP!” She couldn’t hear me.

I grabbed a phone off of the dresser and dialed 911. The operator told me talk to her while I waited for an ambulance; she stayed on the phone with me the whole time. “Ashley, what’s happening? What’s going on? Please tell me what’s wrong!!” I said now with tears rolling down my face. Her convulsions slowed but still happened. I was scared that she was dying. She began mumbling something that I couldn’t quite make out. I wiped away her sweat soaked hair and kissed her forehead.

“I don’t want them” she said with her voice croaking and hoarse.

“Don’t want what Ashley? What don’t you want?”

“I just want to keep the necklace.” She mumbled again as if she was in pain. Tears streamed down her face as if this was all a bad dream. But I knew it wasn’t. Her eyes shut tight. “Oh god” she screamed in a whisper. “He’s dead!”

I jumped to my feet. “Shit” I cried. Her eyes opened and sprung to the back of her head just as I heard an EMT enter my apartment. I backed away from her in shock as the EMT did their jobs.

“She’s in shock and she’s having a seziure” One of them shouted. Another one grabbed his radio and called to the ambulance to have blankets ready. And another one grabbed my arms tightly and attempted to comfort me.

In a soft and sincere voice he stated. “You’ll need to ride with us so that we can ask you questions.” I nodded my head silently, not once taking my eyes off of Ashley. They had her on a stretcher. They had a device on her face making it easier to breathe. Something lay under her feet to keep her legs elevated and they strapped her to the stretcher with leather belts to make it easier for them because of the convulsions.

I followed them out and got into the ambulance. I watched them keep her alive. I watched her scream. I watched as she screamed of death. I watched as she let her lies unfold in front of me.

TBC