Use it please!” I drug out the last word with urgency in my voice. I was desperate for relief but new I couldn't say it. I was lost in the sensation...of his touch against my breast his fingers trailing down the side of my chest and up to my collarbone. He leaned down to bite on my neck and I hadn't realized he had positioned himself back between my legs. He knelt back on his knees and took my thighs in his hands. Slowly and gingerly he pushed them open; exposing myself completely to him. I knew. And she... told Dee. And Dee... killed him." Aw, Willie," I said sadly, unable to keep the emotion out of my voice, "Dee couldn't kill a fly."She looked up at me again. "Dee killed my husband, Frederick."I took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Nobody killed your husband! I didn't! Dee didn't! A tree fell on him! I'm sorry it happened, but..." I'm not sorry. I hated him! But you don't know! You weren't there! You didn't see!" Dee was in our tent with ME!" I said, exasperated."Yes, and she was. (What did I do that caused her to look to other men? I could not think of a damn thing. I was always there for her. It felt like the twelve years we have been married are being flushed down the drain. I thought back on our honeymoon. We went to Sanibel Island in Florida, just east of Fort Meyers. I could remember our first night there, and just how we made love as husband and wife.)I was sitting in a chair in the bed room looking at some of the wedding pictures, when Jan came out of the. . Honed by thousands of hours on the training floor, her instinct was to prepare for violence, and her hand fell to her sword. A faint shape formed from the darkness, and despite her disheveled state she tensed for combat. I can’t quite see my adversary, but this is no nightmare about the Dead. If I strike quickly and surely... The quick, rough abrasion of a match echoed like a bowshot in the otherwise silent forest, and suddenly a flame hovered in the darkness. It fired the palest of lamps,.