Just out of reach. I tried to use mywebbing. My shooters were empty. It was just like a bad dream but real.Everything in slow motion. Dive. Faster. Fa...ter. Not fast enough. Tooslow to catch her. I almost had her. But she was just out of reach. "No.No. No. it's my fault..." Peter!!! You promised you'd keep me safe. You lied." There was horrorand fear in her eyes. But also hatred."MJ! No." She was going to die and it was all because of me. Oh god. Shehit the water like it was concrete. There was. “It sounds like you could ... help some of the guys.”I shook my head again and Liz frowned. I knew I wasn’t going to get away without an explanation.“It’s a lie, Liz,” I told her.“It is not,” she said with certainty.“It is,” I countered in my most mature fashion.I got the crossed arms and a stern gaze for my trouble.“Look, by the time you hit Triple-A, you’re making decent coin,” I said. “The lowest-paid guy is bringing down fifty grand – after per diems and travels expenses and things like. Ich verdiene genug, ich packe das ganzleicht. Aber du musst da durch: Schwangerschaft, Entbindungund so. Einen Teil hast du ja schon meisterhaft mitIsabelle bew?ltigt. Denk dran, bald schw?ngere ich dich ..."Werners Worte hatten Lena beruhigt und auch aufgegeilt.Beide kamen gleichzeitig mit gro?em Geschrei.In den nachfolgenden Monaten reiste Lena mehrmals nachItalien f?r die Behandlungen, dann wurde derOperationstermin festgelegt. Sie musste ihreHormonbehandlung abbrechen."Operationen gelingen. Another message from you. Ever since we hooked up out of nowhere after work a few weeks ago we’ve been at it nonstop as we discover how amazingly compatible we are in bed. And in the car. And in your kitchen. And in the unused office on the 3rd floor. As I contemplate my incredible good fortune, the phone buzzes again in my hand. This time it’s a picture: you’re in the ladies room near your office, and your blouse is unbuttoned, revealing the corset you’d told me about last night on the phone..