”“Like what?” I asked.“It plays like a musical suicide note,” Amanda said. “That’s a leap,” I said uncertainly. “Just because someon... is carrying a song around in their head doesn’t mean they are suicidal. I mean, I would have been thinking about that song most of the day until I identified it. Isn’t that more likely?”“It’s possible,” said Mary, “probable even, but if there’s even a chance that it’s something more, shouldn’t we try to help? I mean, how would we feel if we found out that a. Although we had never ordered from them before I knew they wouldhave it delivered around 5:00. A few minutes before the pizza shouldarrive I drove home and parked across the street and down a couplehouses so I could get a clear view into the house when the door opened. The timing was just about perfect and a few minutes before five thedelivery driver pulled up to the front of the house in a beat up oldcar. He was about mid thirties, and more than a little overweight. As hewalked up to the. "Your name?" she asked the man, trying not to stare at his bulging codpiece."James, Miss," he said. "Your pleasure?" Yes, James, sexual congress; come and make love to me." She was proud that her voice was steady, and she crossed her legs and watched him disrobe quickly, tossing his uniform on the room's only chair. He sat to pull off his boots and then turned his back toward her to pulled down his britches and multi-strapped underwear, designed to help him keep his erect penis upright when he. As quick as the lust within her rose, she seems to have supressed and controlled it. She calmly looks at him, her body relaxing in his touch. “What I did was a mistake. I love my husband and, although you think you know me, you don’t.” “Why do you lie to yourself Rebecca? Tell me you haven’t thought about that night? Tell me you don’t feel anything when we touch? Surely you know that I would never do anything you didn’t want. I can see it in you, and I think you see it too. You are just too.