"I apologize. The field comes on automaticallywhen I close the door, and I have little control over it otherwise." Shereacted to his lie, but he could...'t be sure whether it was just naturaldisbelief or something more specific. "Unfortunately, what we mustdiscuss is... very delicate. It is vitally important that we are notoverheard."Rose nodded, reading him as believing that last part to be true.He continued. "I will try to make this as short as possible." As hepicked up some papers from his. So at night, we went for some happy hours.We had a lot of great laughs, dancing on the floor, her sexy moves and curves really through my game off. I still think in the influence of the alcohol I proposed her again. We were returning to the hotel still laughing at some jokes and reliving memories.As I was opening the door she asked me leaning onto the door. Whether I actually loved her back in the day when I proposed. I replied with a smile yes. I opened the door, we got in. I helped her to the. .. calling her those filthy names? What the hell does he have against her?Peter Knight lay beside the voluptuous blonde with his eyes closed. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be. She'd fucked Evan, so she felt she owed me a fuck, too. Fair's fair after all. She'd put us both off, so when she decided to start fucking, she'd fuck us both, and she'd fuck us both again and again.Her dainty squeals, naughty and nasty words, undulating hips, luscious oily membranes grabbing and releasing, were no less skilled than my ability to damn near fuck her to death. I despised that part of myself that was like her. Would she, like me, become a victim of her own illusions?Thirty-FourI.