.as any passionate, frustrated woman might!Alone in her bed in the dark, desperate for some measure of relieffrom the pangs of sexual hunger that now ...ormented her, John’s mothercaressed herself to sleep and dreamed of what couldn’t be and thenduring the waking hours buried her desires deep so as not to burdenher son with a dilemma no one could resolve but herself. And so themonths and then the lonely years passed and she lived her secret,double life on the threshold of dementia until John left. " That quiet voice silenced me. He reached down, put hishand in his jacket pocket and pulled something out. A soft click and aknife blade appeared. "If I hear one more 'no'... one more 'please'...one more goddam peep out of you, I'm gonna slit your fuckin' throat.Are we clear on that?"I nodded. What else could I do. I just gave in and nodded. The ache inmy head felt like something was pinching me under the back of my skull."OK then. I think we're gonna have fun here. What do you think, are. I'll bet you caused quite a stir when you came through here the first time. It shouldn't be too difficult to find out if any of your people followed you, at least this far." I do not think they would," she snorted. "But you can be sure they will not be glad to see me when I return." We'll deal with that when we get there," Nilsen said decisively, and then he looked at her fiercely. "You may have belonged with them once, but you belong with me now. If they even think of doing something to you. It will really screw you up at work, and even if you do have a moment of nastily wonderful excitement, what comes after probably isn't worth it.It happened one Saturday afternoon when my boss Phil and I were doing some overtime trying to finish up the cycle counts on the inventory at work. We'd had nothing but computer problems all week and had fallen way behind with the cycle count updates. By working all Saturday we would be able to catch up so that the inventory would be totally caught up on.