Chapter 137: Stood Up

Watching his wife's sultry body slip in and out of view, Taylor Rathbone chuckled. "One-one-zero." "'110'?" Lana Hayde laughed too. "Honey, even if you had the nerve, you wouldn't dial 110, the police hotline. And even if you did, you think the operator would just sit there and listen to me chatting away?" "Tell them you're dying, then blah, blah, blah for a while. When they finally ask why you're dying, you say you're being pounded by your husband. Me." Color rushed into Lana's cheeks. She shot...