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away before she searched him and pocketed the $2500 stuffed in an inside pocket. She rubbed his dick while she patted him down, and squeezed his butt for kicks.
    “Thank you, Nico! Now, you enjoy your stay at ‘Summer Camp.’ Know every night that you lay on Cellblock C that I put you there. Think about how you used to eat my ass and lick this pussy on a regular. Remember how this pussy used to grip your dick, and have you screaming out in Spanish. Think about how I warned you not to fuck around on me. Remember all that you gave up, and to think, I was going to let you fuck me in my ass on Friday. Now I’m going to Louis Vuitton to spend your money, bitch,” Kym said.
    As Kuron watched her zone in and out of their conversation, thoughts of Nico launched Kym over the edge, and she felt her body stiffen as the familiar swirl of liquid silk moisten her hand. Kym shook her head clear of cobwebs, and focused on those light brown eyes across the desk.
    “Now, Mr. Douglas, what was your release date?” she asked once again.
    ***
     
    Johnson was on his phone barking out orders. “Brooks, did you know that Devers had Serrano violated this morning? He’s on his way to Graterford as we speak. They say his shoulder was dislocated, and he had to be shipped to Hahnemann Hospital first. You know the prison won’t take him with incoming injuries. Brooks, I want her in handcuffs!”
    Brooks sighed heavily. “Yeah, I just found out about Serrano a couple of hours ago. Did he have any cash on him? I listened to your message when I got to the office late this morning. I had a doctor’s appointment.”
    “No, he was searched by Devers’ co-conspirators here at the office, again at the hospital, and at the Round House. Not unless he could bury wads of cash in his anus, he was clean.” Johnson spit out a list of expletives. “She got to him before any of us knew what was going down.”
    Brooks put his head on the desk. “Johnson, Serrano said Kym pulled her weapon on him last night. If it was her County issued Glock and she failed to write a report, we could get her on insubordination. It’s better than nothing, and it might be enough to start the process to rid the department of her.”
    “Have somebody follow her. I know she’s out spending the money she got off Serrano. If she leaves for lunch, follow her. I’ll check with the lieutenant and see if we can put a trace on her vehicle,” Johnson said.
    ***
     
    Twelve months ago…
    “Kymmie, I miss you.”
    “Ricky, where are you?”
    “I’m just getting out of Accounting and I’m starving. Meet me for lunch and make my day.”
    “I don’t know, Ricky. Your dad keeps a pretty tight leash on me these days around the office.”
    “That’s ‘cause he don’t know it’s me you’re coming to see. Please Kymmie,” Ricky begged.
    “Okay, you know I can’t say no to you. I’ll be right down. Your dad is probably just jealous ‘cause he knows I got some young, swole up meat waiting for me down at Temple U,” Kym said.
    Kym smiled at the thought of the knife she twisted in Brooks’ back each time she slipped out to Temple University for lunch. Fucking Brooks’ nineteen year old son, a Temple Owl, was the ultimate payback for her. The first time she fucked Rick, Jr., it was purely for spite. Afterward, she did it ‘cause it felt good. The fact that she used the son to get back at the father was simply all in a day’s fuck.
    Brooks used to disrespect her on a daily, now it was her turn. There simply were no words for sucking and fucking both father and son, sometimes on the same day. At the time, she simply enjoyed being a teacher to Rick’s student.
    ***
     
    Seven months ago…
    “Rick, I need $1500,” Kym said.
    She was at Annie’s Spa on Ogontz Avenue in Mt. Airy. Her feet were soaking, her nails were being polished, and she was moving over to have her eyebrows waxed, and false eyelashes applied next. It never occurred to Kym that Rick Brooks, Sr. might say