He was pulling my hair back, telling me how much of a little American slut I was. He pushed me down, telling me how I was going to be his little white...whore. He pounded me so hard, I was really starting to hurt. Finally he pushed in and cried out as he came deep inside me. Carlos was waiting with a drink and some towels as the last guy pulled out of me. I was exhausted, and he told me I could go ahead and go home for the day if I wanted to. So I did, and as soon as I got home I fell right. This wasn’t my life anymore. These were only shadows of what I used to know. Soon even most of the shadows would be gone, returning to their lives, happy or sad. I was a shadow to them as well. I felt like killing myself. As I was leaving, Guy Britton stopped me. He was accompanied by his wife, Kayla. She was a beautiful woman, and seemed very sweet. Exactly what he deserved. Guy was always a good friend. We hadn’t kept in contact much over the years, but I was happy to know that he had. "And I'll find them," I added. "If they're there." Yuh," said Parker dismissively. He looked at Monaghan again; if the insurance investigator was going to push this hard he was stuck and he knew it, but he still didn't like it. "Christ," he said to neither of us particularly. "Dowsing." When you have a difficult case," I asked him, "don't you generally check out all information, even anonymous tips?" That's not the same thing," he said."If I went out to that field today, unknown to you, and. Yes, even married women think about those things. Now, please Will - fuck me.”“No.”She stiffened.“No, Denice, I will not fuck you. I don’t want to fuck you, but I’m willing to make you feel good, and to make love to you. I know I shouldn’t, and as far as I know, I’ve never done it with someone in a relationship, but I’ll do it for you.”“I have one wish, Will. Is it okay with you if you come only once, and I’ll leave immediately afterwards?”It seems that I didn’t need to answer that, since.