When she came down she demanded, "Why did you make me use that horrible outside toilet last time?" I looked at her but didn't respond. She carried on ...anting, "It was mean, there wasn't even any toilet paper."I'd had enough of her attitude, and let her have the truth. "You were being a bitch. You called my place a dump. I decided it wasn't worth even trying to change your opinion."She didn't reply to this and sat down again. I suggested that she may as well go, the power had now been off for. I always dressedconservatively, seldom showing off my long legs andnice boobs in the frilly blouses, miniskirts, andstrappy heels men love. Fearing my own romanticreactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners,wild parties, and going out dancing. I avoided wearing the sexy lingerie and sleepwear thatJack kept giving me for our anniversary and Valentine’sDay and I had to be pretty careful about snuggling upclose at night; it would have been too cruel. In aword, I steered clear of. I know what you want. He was right, but I wasnt going to admit it. I resisted, slightly, as he pushed me back on a pile of equipment. My skirt pushed up to my waist as Brad pushes between my spread legs. I feel his cock at my pussy. No, I whisper as he shoves it inside me. I groan loudly considering the thin walls of the shed as Brad starts to thrust in and out. He was bigger than my husband, and I felt the difference. He fucked me hard, I tried to be quiet but couldnt. I was sure someone would. His glare was better. You would think that living in LA, you could get some acting classes so you’d be believable. The new detective saw I wasn’t worried. I might have been, but I’d taken another pill just thirty minutes before, and it was kicking in.“Terry, go get me a coffee. You want anything, kid?” he asked.“I could go for a Coke.”It looked like I was now with the ‘good cop.’“Hey?” I asked.“What?”“Why do you guys think you have to intimidate everyone? If you want me to tell you what.