Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders Read Free

me, which was nice, but the problem was I’d wanted her to do it, had loved the feel of her hands on my back in the shower, the soft, sensuous touch of her lips as they brushed mine. I felt the butterflies coming back and started to work on some paperwork to take my mind off it. I’d already decided I wouldn’t mention it to Morgan.
     

Chapter Two
     
    I survived that first week without being beaten up by any other girls, raped or otherwise molested by any of the boys or criticized too harshly by any of the teachers. On Saturday morning I went to Morgan’s offices. I looked around before I went in, but the street was clear. I’d kept my clothes casual, teenage chic, black leggings, boots, short dress and a large designer handbag. If anyone from the school saw me, I wouldn’t look out of character. I went in and pressed the elevator button, the doors opened and I went up to the fifth floor, the offices of Strange Services, the private investigation agency run by Morgan Strange, the enigmatic man who was my boss. I walked into reception and saw Gale Margolis, his receptionist cum secretary cum coffee maker.
    “Hi, Sarah,” she brightened when she saw me. “How did it all go? I expected to see you in school uniform.”
    “I laughed. “Not today, Gale, it’s Saturday. How’s Morgan?”
    She grimaced. “The usual, all work and no humor. You’re to go straight in.”
    I felt her eyes following me as I walked across the office. Was there something she hadn’t told me, was I about to be shredded for something I hadn’t done, or something I had done and shouldn’t have? Well, I’d done my best, so that would have to do.
    I walked through the door and came face to face with Morgan Strange, my employer. His skin was dark black, his hair neat and short and his body muscular, an ex-cop who looked and was tough and competent. Invalided out of the force after a thug’s bullet clipped the bone in his knee and gave him a slight but permanent limp, he’d set up the company as an alternative to police work. It was successful, very successful, his natural abilities, strength, and determination together with his official contacts gave good early results in several high profile cases. Now he was often the first person people came to when they had a problem the police couldn’t or wouldn’t solve. It was one such problem that I was working on now. I wasn’t seventeen, I was twenty two, although I could pass for seventeen easily or even younger at a push. I’d worked for Morgan for almost a year, since leaving college. The apartment I went home to wasn’t my parents, it was mine. He’d called me into his office two weeks ago.
    “Sarah, this is Brian Ginsberg, I don’t believe you’ve met before.”
    I went forward and shook hands.
    “Brian, this is Sarah, I think she’s the best person for the job, don’t let her little girl looks deceive you, she’s clever and resourceful.”
    “Are you really twenty two, Sarah, you don’t look more than sixteen or seventeen?”
    “Thanks, Mr. Ginsberg, I’ll take that as a compliment,” I grinned.
    “Call me Brian,” please. He looked at me for a few moments more and I could swear that his eyes were slightly damp. A problem with his daughter, a girl that looked a bit like me maybe? I was right.
    “Brian’s daughter, Katie Ginsberg was found dead six weeks ago of a drug overdose. She was seventeen.”
    I nodded and he continued. “She was a pupil at Fleming Senior High School here in Jackson. Brian believes she was murdered and has asked us to look into it.”
    Ginsberg must have seen the skeptical look on my face, drug deaths amongst kids in their late teens was by no means unusual, many of them experimented with drugs, a few fatally.
    “Katie didn’t take drugs, Sarah. She was totally clean.”
    “I hear you, Brian, but if she was at a party and had a few drinks she might have been tempted to try them. But surely, if you think it’s murder, why not take it to the