In a briefing to the Mayor, the Fire Chief, Bill Stanton, was reviewing the events of the previous night."We received a call the the 911 center that a...house was on fire. The call came from, as it turns out, a neighbor who had been out walking his dog and witnessed the house literally become enveloped in flames. Our response time to the fire scene with the first engine was less than five minutes, four minutes fifty three or something like that. The comm center has the exact numbers. The. The place Jim was looking for was a house. Not a restaurant ... some Indian or Pakistani family’s home.As we pulled in the drive, Jim said, “Albert told me about this place.”“How is Albert?”“Disappointed you didn’t call him ... maybe pissed. He’s certified, too. So is Mattie. They’d heard and wanted to help. Mattie has her own troubles with the uni Rugby club.”I let that stew a bit.At the private home, we were greeted in the grand style. The food was by buffet and the price was reasonable .... "212." he said smiling."No, I'm in 214, right next door." she said surprised.Ronnie grinned. Finally something right.They had gone to a nearby diner and ate, talking about their respective companies. He learned she worked for company in the same local as his, in fact they were competitors in the industry. They knew a lot of the same people and had a lot in common, but he felt she was not telling him something.He had told her his whole life story, in about fifteen minutes. Hers began about ten. ?Fifteen.?But other things were happening inside my body too. I stopped screaming; I was gasping for breath in the pain-filled frenzy of my lust. My heart, pounding hard inside my chest, started to race like an express train; I could hear only the thud of my own blood in my ears.?Fourteen.?Marie clamped her naked thighs together, trapping my head between them; un-noticed in my pain, I had been writhing uncontrollably on the bed, my breasts slapping hard against each other as I lay there.