Then he came over and stood beside me and put his arm around my waist. He pulled me in for a hug and I returned it. “Does he treat you rough only so...etimes, honey or is it all the time? Tell me the truth, Stacey. It’s okay to admit you like rough sex, but I need to hear it so I can stop worrying about you.”My jaw nearly dropped. How did he know that and how could he possibly be saying this to me? Could I really admit to that out loud to him and have it be okay? Oh what the hell, I admitted it. Though now that I am an accomplished thief I hope that someday that will change.Cheap print it may be but I do love it.The picture depicts a party of Parisian dilettantes picnicking in the woods. The central group consists of two men and a lady, to the upper left of which are tracks running deeper and deeper into the ever darkening undergrowth. Behind them is a stream or pool in which a second woman bathes wrapped in what I can only describe as an ill fitting sheet.I abhor this woman. I cannot. He had no need to communicate anything beyond the need for more alcohol.He took comfort from his anonymity in the dimly lit room. After all, he had no expectations of anyone here that could be crushed. There was no one here who could break his heart. He was safe here.It was late when he returned home. The sun had been down for hours and the streetlights were shining indistinctly through the living room windows. Early had taken onboard sufficient alcohol for a good buzz and stayed there for a. ”“Yeah, slim pickings, so far.”He made a move-it-along gesture. Didn’t have all day to chit-chat. Even with boobs like... “I was hoping you could call someone in the Santa Ana police. I’m working for the FBI on the Arlington investigation, but I’d rather just ... visit. Informally.”He smiled, “Yeah, a Fédérale potsy isn’t always the best door-opener with the locals.”“I think something happened to Arlington when he was still in elementary school. Right before graduation.”“This was when? Juvie.