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The Southern Gothic (Agnores x BurningLyeKisses)

Roderick watched with eager anticipation as she flashed him, swimming around and continuing to show her bare skin. The girl was doing everything right, or was Roderick just desparate to get his dick wet? He wasn't quite sure. When she swam back up, telling him he should come in, he smiled at her. "Should I? But I'm so dressed. I didn't bring any swim gear..." There was only playfulness on his voice, no actual concern for his lack of swim stuff.
 
She laughed softly and shook her head. "Neither do I," she said sweet. "I could probably save you if you drown...I know CPR. A little bit mouth-to-mouth." Another smirk and she clung to the edge of the dock, pulling herself out just slightly so that the top of her nipples were above the waterline.
 
"Mouth-to-mouth, huh?"

Roderick knelt down, reaching down past Willow, his hand grabbing a hold just under her arm as he easily pulled her up onto the dock. He quickly helped her up, his hands falling to her wrists as he pulled her near to him, leaning down as if he was going to kiss her. Instead, he just planted a light kiss on her cheek. "A know a little about mouth-to-mouth too."
 
Almost the moment she was out of the water, her cheeks turned bright red. She hadn't expected that. And she hadn't necessarily been intending for him to catch sight of her bare breasts like that. But there she was, pressing close to him, her tits just barely grazing the front of his shirt and her hair dripping water, shorts low on her hips. "I imagine you do Mr. Cross," she said, looking up at him with pink cheeks.
 
Roderick smiled at the girl. He released on of her wrists to bring the hand up to caress her cheek. Roderick felt like he was on fire, he desired this girl so much. He couldn't believe she was so close, so naked, so...fuckable. When just minutes before she had called him rude. He leaned down and actually kissed her this time, lightly, for a few moments. As he did so, he let his hand fall, grazing over her nipple. His fingers lingered, teasing at the girl's perky, wet nipple.
 
The kiss was returned and she pressed close to him for a moment. And then she felt his hand and she jerked away faintly, cheeks bright red. "So yeah," she said, clearing her throat and backing away from him. She ducked down, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head quickly. She was still bright red and she walked quickly towards her house. "I need to change out of these wet clothes."
 
Roderick didn't stop her as she pulled away, and while he was disappointed, he didn't argue when she slipped her shirt back on and basically ran up the pier and away from him. She didn't seem to have expected him to go for it like he had, but she had definitely kissed him back. So she did want it...just maybe he had misjudged her and came on to fast. He turned and briskly walked after her.

"Hey," he called after her. "Get into something nice and let me take you out to..." He pulled out his phone to check it. "Dinner. I heard of a nice place a couple miles outside of town." He watched for her reaction, still following after her. "Deal?"
 
Looking over her shoulder at him, she offered a faint, shy little smile. "You just want to pump me for more information don't you?" she asked, blushing a bit. "How nice is the restaurant?" Well, if he was offering, she wasn't going to turn him down. After all, she was supposed to keep a close eye on him. So...she would keep a close eye on him with food. Lots of food hopefully. Good, expensive food with an attractive older man.
 
Roderick laughed. "Its a very nice one, so wear your best dress!" Roderick followed her back up to the front porch. "If we hurry, we can at least get on the road before the bad traffic starts." He watched her enter the house before collecting his tablet and going to his truck. Tonight was going to be an interesting night, he could just tell...especially since he knew was going to fuck a hot younger woman.
 
Willow was gone for a little less than an hour. Since they were going out, she hopped into the shower to wash the lake water off and then went to get dressed. A dark red dress that flared around her thighs and clung tight to her waist was tugged down over her head. She slipped a pair of heels on and did some quick make-up, lining her eyes and putting on a nice, red lipstick. She grabbed her purse before heading out, realizing as she left the front door and locked it behind her, that she should have invited Roderick in. Then again, he probably would have snooped and that wouldn't have been good.

With a bright smile, she followed him out to his car and they went off. It was a bit of a drive and she told him some more about the town as they went through it. The restaurant they pulled out in front of was nice and she was more than happy to slip out of the car with him and head in. It was clear the waiter thought they were on a date, leading them to a nice, private table in the corner of one of the smaller dining rooms.

"So how did you find out about this place?" Willow asked as she started on her meal, offering him a little smile.
 
Roderick actually left for a brief bit to grab a shower himself, he was sure she wouldn't notice. He put on some fancier clothes, too; he returned wearing well kept pair of light suit pants, over a pair of black dress shoes. A blue button up with a grey, ornately designed suit vest finished up his fancy ensemble. He smiled and commented on Willow's appearance when she finally came out, listening attentively on the drive about the town. If nothing else, Willow loved her town, Roderick thought.

The restaurant was big, and almost over the top in its presentation of wealth. The waiters all wore suits, and the people who dined here dressed so well that Roderick even began to think he was under dressed. Still, the waiter was nice, and led them to a private table in the back of one of the dining rooms. It was mostly small talk until their food had arrived, but Roderick had noticed that across the room from them sat an older couple, who occupied a corner table like their's. They sat on the same side, though, unlike him and Willow, and judging from the movements of one of the girl's hands, they were getting a bit frisky. One of the women particularly caught Roderick's attention, as she looked really familiar. He just couldn't quite place why.

"Hm?" Roderick said, when Willow spoke up. "Oh. Well, to be honest, I got really drunk last night, then got hungry. Spent a long time researching restaurants in the area. So long, in fact, I feel asleep. I only remembered this one because it was still on my tablet when I woke up." Roderick laughed a little, taking a big bite. "Its a nice place, though. Food's good. Glad we came."
 
"Seriously?" Willow snorted at his explanation and shook her head. "That's very classy Mr. Cross. Very nice." She looked amused though as she ate her food. "Why did you get drunk? Were you so pissed off that you couldn't get into the record room you had to drink? Do I frustrate you that much?"

As she picked at her food, she looked around the restaurant with interest. It was impressive. Nicer than she thought it would be. And she was just about to tell Roderick that when she caught sight of the couple in the corner. At first she just amazed that a same sex couple would be willing to come out to a nice restaurant like this in a place not known for being tolerant. And then just just froze, fork clattering against her plate as she stared at them.
 
Roderick laughed at Willow, shaking his head. "Whats wrong with a man wanting to unwind in his hotel room in a strange town? Mm?" Roderick continued to eat his food, watching as Willow looked around the room to the same-sex older couple in the back, and then dropped her fork. Roderick sighed. Of course she'd be homophobic. Always something down here in the south.

"Just ignore them, Willow. No need to make a stir," Roderick commented.
 
She looked at him, blue eyes watery as her lower lip trembled. Roderick was so very wrong. Willow didn't give a shit about who dated who. That was one of the few ways that she differed from her father. She didn't mind same-sex relationships. People were people and all that. She did mind the who of who was in that couple in the corner. "That's my mother," she whispered to him, hiding her face in her hands.
 
"What? Really?"

Roderick looked back towards the couple in the corner, and suddenly he realized why he recognized the one woman, the one with her hand now obviously in the other's panties. She looked almost exactly like an older Willow. Roderick let out a surprised sound, then quickly switched sides of the table to sit next to Willow. He wrapped her arm around her and pulled her close, hoping that it would help limit the chance of the couple noticing Willow, at the very least. "That's your mother? Who's the woman she's with?"
 
Willow's slender shoulders were shaking, her whole body trembling as he wrapped his arm around her and she sniffled pathetically. "Mrs. Graves," she whispered to him, looking up at him with wet eyes, cheeks tear streaked as she sniffled again. It felt like she was drowning. Blood rushed through her and she felt her breath catch in her chest as she bit down hard on her knuckle, trying hard not to let a sob out. "I wanna go..."
 
"Mrs. Graves? But that..."

Suddenly, Roderick got an idea. It was Mrs. Graves' husband that died not too long ago, and yet here she was with Willow's mom having a field day. Could it be that Mrs. Graves had her husband killed so that she could pursue a relationship with Mrs. Polk? But why? Did that mean that Willow's dad was in trouble next? And what did this have to do with the lack of an official investigation? Did Mrs. Graves hold some influence over the police station in some way?

Putting this aside, Roderick produced more than enough cash to pay for the meal, tossing it onto the table, then nudged Willow. "Keep your head low. Let's go." He slipped out of the seat, standing so that the couple (who were now making rather obvious noises) would not see Willow as she stood. Then, Roderick wrapped her arms around her, keeping her head buried in his chest as he led them from the restaurant and back to his truck.
 
Willow clung to him as they walked, keeping her face hidden away as she cried softly. When they were outside and by his truck, she pulled away from him, rubbing at her eyes and looking up at him pathetically. "What...why?" she asked, voice quivering as she bit on her lower lip. "I don't...I didn't...I didn't know."
 
Roderick leaned against his truck, thinking. "I...I don't know, Willow. I'm really sorry I brought you here, if I had known..." Roderick turned to Willow, offering her more comfort if she wanted it. He was genuinely sorry. This, he was sure, killed the chance of him getting any, but right now other things were on his mind. Did Mrs. Graves' infedelity with Mrs. Polk have any affect on Mr. Graves' death? Was there any connection? Roderick had to know.

"Willow, get in the truck. Let's go before they come out."

Once Willow was in truck, Roderick started the long drive back. But it wasn't going to be a quiet one. "You had no idea?" He asked. "Did your father, you think? Did he have any indication your mom was sleeping around on him? Did they fight at any point?" If Mrs. Polk was sleeping with Mrs. Graves, then it wouldn't make sense for Mr. Graves to die...but maybe it was a half-brained revenge plot? Maybe it was a coincidence?
 
At the sudden barrage of questions, Willow looked at him like she was contemplating how best to kill him and hide the body. She had just seen her mother, being highly inappropriate with a person other than her father. And not only was that other person a family friend, it was a female family friend. She was shocked and horrified and more than a little crushed by the revelation. Her mother had always been someone she admired, perhaps not as much as her father, but a lot more than anyone else. And now...her image was just shattered.

"I don't want to talk to you," she said in that pathetic, little shaking voice.
 
And that was that. Roderick tried to pry some more answers out of her on their ride home, but to no avail. So he dropped her off, and returned to his hotel room for the night. For the next three days, he tried his best to contact Willow, the mayor, or anyone who worked at the city hall. He never got a hold of Willow or the mayor, and anyone at the city hall was less than unhelpful. Roderick's frustrations grew, and since no one would give him any more answers since his discovery of Mrs. Polk's affair, he was kind of stuck.

So Roderick sat in the hotel room, porn playing on his tablet, his full nine inch cock fulled through his jeans. He was stroking furiously, eyes closed. He wasn't paying attention to the video; if anything, it was just background noise. He was thinking about Willow, in that dress, or at the lake, on the dock. He grunted, opening his eyes and glancing at the video to make sure it was still playing. Content that it was, he returned to masturbating, trying not to think about the fact he had decided to give up the investigation, since he couldn't get anywhere. He was going to go ahead and leave tomorrow. Willow and the Polks won, and could have likely gotten away with murder. It infuriated him, but there was nothing he could do. He grunted again, getting close to cumming.

And that was when there was a knock at the door. Roderick grunted again, stopping and listening for a second knock, which came shortly after. "One minute!" Roderick called, stuffing his still hard cock back in his pants, shutting of his tablet, and throwing on a plain red t-shirt over his jeans. He stepped over to the door when he was sure it wasn't entirely obvious what he had just been doing, and then opened it. He didn't expect to see who he saw.
 
For three days, Willow had avoided almost everyone. She'd avoided her mother, locking herself away in her room and feigning ill so she didn't have to deal with her. And she avoided her father. She couldn't tell him. It would break his heart if he found out. Or maybe he already knew. She was starting to see what Roderick had been saying about things being weird. And for that matter, she was avoiding Roderick as well. She didn't want to be asked questions; she didn't want to be interrogated while she felt like her world was rushing down on her.

But for three days she could think of nothing else but it. And eventually it got to her and she slipped out of her house after dinner, heading to the hotel Roderick was staying at. The manager knew her and directed her to the room he was staying at. She was wearing the same, flowing summer dress that she'd put on that morning, even though the night was a little chillier. She hadn't bothered to put on proper shoes, a pair of flip-flops tossed on her feet. Her long hair was pulled back into a lower ponytail and her face was completely free of make-up.

She knocked at the door to his room, looking down at her feet with hunched over shoulders. As he answered the door, she was fiddling with the hem of her skirt between her fingers. "Hi," she mumbled, looking up at him sadly.
 
"Hi," Roderick replied, entirely surprised. "W-what brings you here? How did you find me?"

He paused as if to let her answer, but then manners caught up to him. "Oh, shit, its cold. Come on in," he said, stepping to the side. "You are definitely not dressed for a chilly night. Did something happen? Whats wrong, Ms. Polk?" He had reverted back to his more formal name for her, not out of a want to needle her, but simply because he wasn't sure where they stood since the other night. He really wasn't sure why she was here.

"I got some water in the mini fridge, if you want it."
 
Willow just shook her head. "You're not hard to find. This is the nicest hotel and I went to school with the manager's son," she mumbled quietly as she slipped into the room. She went to go sit on the bed, curling her legs up underneath her almost instantly and keeping her eyes down. She was silent for a long moment, looking every bit as broken as she felt.

"I don't think daddy knows what my mother's up to," she finally said quietly. "They never fought. Ever. And Mrs. Graves is still part of the church and still does all the volunteer stuff for him."
 
Roderick stepped back across the room and sat next to the young girl. She looked dreadful. Roderick understood fully where he had messed up the other day, asking her so many questions. This whole situation was obviously deeply affecting her, and she was not taking it well. He made no comment on how easy he was to find. When she offered up the answers to his questions from three days ago, he sighed.

"I figured as such. I've decided that I am leaving tomorrow, anyway. There's just nothing there. Even if the whole thing feels off, I have no real concrete leads."
 
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