One of his buddies probably brought the book up for him. That is unless he had it there as his personal stash for a while. And I felt bad about how I'... yelled at him, shaking my head at the memory of how he'd turned away, what my expression had to be like.I was raised in a pretty puritanical house ... well, an Irish Catholic house in Pittsburgh which had to be as close to some dour Pilgrim abode as you could get. I remember the day my Mom found a Playboy secreted away between my youngest. . . I don’t feel like that with you. He . . . He just wanted to get off with someone and I was there.’ Marissa turned so she was facing Alan. ‘When I’m with you . . . I . . .’ her voice trailed off as she searched for the words. ‘When you fuck me . . . it’s not because you’re angry or having a power-trip. It’s because you’re dick is controlling your actions. Like on Thursday, after the last of your meetings . . .’ She started to get wet at the memory. ‘You came through the door of the room.. " And she's in love with you," Alannah said with a slow smile.This was news to me. Jean had been married for thirty years to a man who used to be an active member of the church but who now never left the house. Jean's world was shrinking and her life seemed in danger of grinding to a halt. She always seemed pleased to see me and gave me a hug whenever we met. But that was all, it seemed to me."We're going to put this right," Alannah said quietly, staring into my eyes. "Jennifer and I have. I hadn't seen or heard them until they were on top of me. Each of them resembled my default fantasy, the platinum blond fitness model with too-wide, car-tire width birthing hips, trim waists and fertile boobs the size of honey-dew melons. Their expressions were hard, predatory, ruthless... and I backed away - only to run into another Coit'ii that had emerged from inside the cave.She was built much like the others, but had a smooth cascade of red hair - with a swath of white-blond in bangs over.