"They're arguing about who's going to use the dildo." Did they bring one?" asked Simone trying to recollect seeing one in theirtiny clutch bags."I don...t think so," replied Dorie Lou, "They'll have to go and get onefrom their room or uuhhm, - you know."Suddenly it dawned on Simone."Oh no! Oh no! I'm not going to be used like some sort of sex doll. Somesort of play thing." I never suggested it," countered Dorie Lou, "but now you come to mentionit. That lovely cockette of yours could come in real. Man seeking woman. It asks for a description of myself. I thought for a while. “Young man, lots of experience, knows how to please. My nympho girlfriend is out of town. She told me to share the love, looking for woman who needs some serious service. One month only, get it while its hottt.” I was proud of it. Maybe I should become a writer… With that up, anyone could search through the male listings by all sorts of categories, and see mine. I even put in a picture. They let you put up pictures. But will we ever 'know' it's safe? Margo wants to leave this one to the police, and I agree with her, but they've hit a dead end. Whomever hired the arsonists had them all killed, or at least we assume it's all of them, and left no evidence behind to implicate themselves ... so what do the police have to go on? Margo says the lead detective has admitted to her the trail's ice cold at this point. So, we wait for something else to happen? See if they get sloppy? In the meantime, yeah, this place. “I do and I appreciate it so much, I really do.” Alexandria looked at me, working out what to say. “Look, I’m going to come clean about something. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.”“What?” Just when I thought this couldn’t get any worse, it suddenly felt like it was going to.“Actually, it doesn’t matter,” Alexandria’s posture altered. She sat back from me, her arms folding across her chest.“Yes, it does,” I said, reaching out towards her but she stayed leaning away. “Tell.