" I couldn't Matt. I loved you and still do..." Corey said with tearswelling up in his eyes. "Matt, there's no one out there like you. Youthought me h...w great love could be between two guys. He was nothing likeyou and in for one thing. As much as I knew he wasn't right for me, I wentafter him. He was nothing but wrong for me." Corey, maybe someday you'll find someone just like me..." No Matt, I never will. I'll just live with the fact one night fucked upmy life..." No it didn't Corey..." Yes it. "Marina noted that her new clothing did not include footwear. She had seen for herself that many people here were shoeless, especially the women. She was given a chipped and broken looking glass. Amazing! Marina had the right shaped face to pass for a native and with this convincingly stained body that the good servant had expertly given her, she looked like any one of thousands of poor local women."What now?" You want to find your fiend, or you want escape? We get you to fishing boat and you. She took a steamy hot shower, gently exfoliating her creamy, milky white skin. Humming tunes to some of her favourite relaxing songs such as Orinoco flow, she lathered the soap up and washed it along her skin. Starting at the bottom, she took good care of her size six, pedicured feet, working her way up. Her smooth legs glistened in the running water as the washroom light shone on her. Dainty, elegant hands ran up across her back and stomach then to her face. The strong warm jets of water. Phoebe thanked God the knife missed, but she was grateful that the blade had finally cut through Mark’s notion that emotional abuse softens. It rarely did, abusers usually remain abusers, and frankly, Phoebe was glad his girlfriend had finally overplayed her hand.At times Phoebe had wondered what Mark saw in her, concluding that the sex must be sensational to compensate for his waning confidence outside the bedroom. Not an issue she could raise with her brother. A reservation her husband didn’t.