Or you can give me the money.”“True. Of course, I could haul you out into all that forest and find a hole to drop your body in.”She stared at hi... for a minute then let out a throaty chuckle, “No you won’t.”“Are you so sure?”“Yes,” she said confidently. “I’m good at reading people, and that is not who you are. If I was someone who was actually dangerous to you or someone else, like immediately dangerous and not just screwing up plans, I have no doubt you could do just that. But someone like me?. He replied back as friendly and nonchalant as he could to her email “Susan, no need at all to apologize, I still remember our night together but know that’s not how you are. I’d be glad to grab a cup of coffee sometime if you need to talk through it”Which was all she needed. An innocent pretense to see Daniel again.Coffee happened a few days later, Daniel on his own schedule and Susan in between running errands and her yoga class. Of course this day she was all made up, perfect hair and. There's more. She hadn't been feeling well. There was this persistent chill and a vague malaise in her shoulders. It was almost bad enough to make her miss the party. She thought she might be coming down with something, but Anthony had insisted they go.Then there was the game. They were playing "Truth or Dare" to remind themselves of when they had been kids. The game and the alcohol helped Margaret a little, but there was a kicker, that she was angry with Anthony. Oh, not terribly angry. Just. And a pair of dark pants, fitting like a second skin, but not obviously intended to be sexy, just happening to trace even minute details of her body’s surface. Did you notice that…? Where the pants just happen to shape into two, parallel, folds? Or are you imagining things? It’s not obvious, such vulgarity being unthinkable. But there’s something, isn’t there? You know it could be, and, interpolating here and there as you gathered more data whenever you moved around, you know that you know an.