I couldn't shake the feeling that something had woken me, though I couldn't imagine what; Alistair slept peacefully, so obviously it was only me. I tr...ed to settle back down and get more sleep – my eyes were gritty with fatigue, and I clearly needed the rest – but I felt like I was going to crawl right out of my skin, and the sensation wouldn't let me rest. It was a familiar sensation, the more I thought about it, and I realised that it was similar to the feeling I'd had early on after meeting. She was 5′ 6″ tall, 125 lbs and 34A-28-36. She was wearing a stunning new outfit: a then current fashion white halter top dress, white hosiery and white 3 inch high heels. She had foot surgery just three months before and no one expected her to be able to wear high heels again. Her make up was very nice. Her eye shadow emphasized her brilliant blue eyes and her lips were very red. The dress itself had a circle skirt and was knee length. Under it was a rather stiff and quite rustling. He looked over and saw Janie sleeping soundly next to him. The covers were kicked off and he saw an arm around Janie. Of course, it was Joel's arm.Janie lay on her side, facing Tim, with Joel spooned behind her. Tim gazed at Janie's pretty face as she slept. All of the events of the previous night came back to him. He grinned as he thought of it all, then quietly slipped from the bed and found his clothes.Tim went to the bathroom and while he stood taking his morning piss he wished he'd at. "I had my faults and I was a true sadist, but I didn't like raping women. I had, on occasion, when the position demanded me to prove my lack of emotional thinking, but I always felt sick to my stomach afterwards.It is what brought me and Rose together some years ago. She was a tiny little thing back then, not yet a grown woman who had proven herself to the Mafia, and Master Lucchese had taken a liking to her. She was, after all, just his type: thick black hair, luminous green eyes, wide hips.