“Slow down so I can cum.” She started moving her hips in circular motion. I fell into her rhythm, and when I found the right motions, she began to...moan silently again. “That feels good,” she whispered. As she kept moving her hips like that, she leaned forward and pressed her chest to mine, rubbing my hair, cheeks, and neck with her hands. “Keep doing that,” she said. “It’s about to feel real good… Oh yeah. It’s about to feel real good,” she breathed heavily and repeated those words a few more. ‘Oh hi’ Mrs Roper said ‘I wondered if you were going to come today’. ‘Oh yeah its a perfect day for painting’ I replied. She took me into her garden and we walked down to the bottom where the old summer house was. ‘Its not been painted since Bob died, it really needs a good paint’ Mrs Roper told me what she wanted doing and I got on with it, she had prepared everything in the shed and I got it all set up. It must have been mid morning and Mrs Roper came out ‘How about a nice cup of tea’ ‘Yes. She repeated her previous movements and again impaled herself on the full but open bottle. She had lowered herself onto only the first few inches of the tip of the bottle when Tracy suddenly stopped and scowled at Nick. Nick laughed when he remembered Tracy’s only words to him: “You asshole. It’s cold.” Still, she went for it, pushing a little further down the length of the bottle and then slowly standing, the bottle showing no indication that it was going anywhere other than deeper into her. I talked the crime lab out of the tabletop later, so I know that it really happened."Even then I lied about it. I told the detective on the case that I recognized some of it when I knew exactly what I was looking at: what everybody calls the 'Theory of Everything.' I worked backward from those equations in private while guys and I worked forward in public. When I linked the trails of logic one night I had a moment, uh, I guess you could call it an epiphany so blinding that I thought my head.