Brenda was tied to the desk chair with tape across her mouth. Behind her, Angel held a gun.“Angel?”“I knew you’d want to be here for this,” ...he said. “We’ll never be free until she’s dead. She blamed Dag for killing Simon and she’s made it impossible for us to be together as long as she’s alive. We’re just going to arrange a little accident.”“Angel, you can’t do this,” I said. “Let’s just call the police and turn her over.”“What good are they?” she demanded. “They let her loose when they had. She felt her nipples harden under her palms, and then felt his weight as he straddled her hips to take over from her. She kept her eyes closed as he cupped her heavy breasts from the sides, his forefingers and thumbs teasing her already hard nipples into elongated peaks as he pushed her breasts together. Her hand moved of it's own volition to find out that he was rock hard, and her fingers traced the outline through his shorts, gauging its thickness and feeling the unmistakable wetness of. I certainly can’t trust her any more. She’s slept with two men, Lizzy, two! How do I get over that – even without all the rest of the stupidity? She left us hanging for months – and it would have gone longer if we hadn’t found her. Doesn’t show a lot of care or concern for us, does it?”I disentangled myself and stood up. “I’ll make some tea.” I said, and left the room, partly to shield Lizzy from my anger. As I made for the kitchen I heard her speak.I thought she was talking to me. Like mother. With him, pain could be pleasure and pleasure could be painful. Both could bring her to climax. Right now, her body was still lost in a melodic hum, the afterglow of sensual fulfilment. Her head hung back, her full lips parted, her lids closed and her mass of dark spiraled curls with their auburn highlights flowed toward the floor. But, she was not sleep. She thought of the shame she should feel, of her past relationships, of her parents, her friends. She thought of a scene a couple of weeks.