Dr. Foxsuspected the spear had been gold. On the top of her head was carved ahelmet. A small owl was sitting on her left shoulder on one of thestatue...; its counterpart's owl was missing, obviously broken offsometime in the past. Still, they were in extremely great shape. Dr, Fox decided to spend a few more days digging before contacting theauthorities, as he wanted more time to study the statues before theisland was overrun with government officials. He was also hoping to makeadditional. "I'm not going to hurt you, Lisa. Nobody is going to hurt you ever again. I promise."I wasn't worried about being hurt."You ... You were dead," I told her, finally saying it out loud. "I saw you. I touched you." Well, I'm not dead now, am I?" Angela smiled like it was a joke. "Let's go, we need to find a place for you to sleep." You were dead," I repeated, but she wouldn't say anything more. The woman just pulled me gently, coaxing me out of the car and into hers.Even though I'd slept all. And she meant it—she had always meant it. But could I mean it? Ever again? By some conditioned reflex, I peered down at my naked ring finger to search in vain for the apparition of a gold band.Smiling back up to her bright eyes, I said, "Almost a year to the day and the thought of commitment still reins me in. It's characteristic of the divorced male gene, you know." At least one of us smiled at my joke. Gambling, I fibbed, "Anyway, I suppose I like my freedom, now." Eric, who are you k**ding?. ”“I won’t?” “That’s right, you won’t.” his piercing blue eyes looked dangerous in the moonlight.“And how do you know that?” I retorted angrily, irritated at his forthrightness.“Because you want to be fucked by a police officer, you want to feel the cold steel of my handcuffs against your wrists as I drive into you over and over again. You want to be in the back of my cruiser, without any chance of escape as I finger-fuck you. You want to feel the length of my ‘club’ in your mouth. I know you.