Whatever, the effects on me were the same, I really wasn’t sure of myself anymore and my emotions — and stomach — were turning summersaults. On ...rising the following morning, for some inexplicable reason I was disappointed when I saw that the motor yacht was no longer in the bay. I don’t know why, maybe I figured that Kylie might have sailed off with Fabian in it. I was even more disappointed, when I noticed that the three cars were missing from the hotel car park, as I made my way down to. He drove the car silently for a while, until the fresh air coming in from the window sobered me up a little. I sat up and asked him, “So you shot the farmhouse videos in these DVDs?” He nodded. “How bad are they?” I asked. He kept quiet. “Tell me how bad are they?” I asked again. “Sir…. don’t mind me saying this.” he said politely “but your wife is the most sick depraved woman I have ever seen in my life. If my wife was even 1% as sick as her, I would have divorced her long back.” “Yeah, yeah,. She drove home, stopping in Lapeer to pick up some drive through dinner and then went to her place.Her apartment was dark and closed up, hot after the sun had baked in the drapes half of the day. She opened all the windows and turned on the two fans she had, one in her bedroom window, the other in the tiny living room. The people who had rented this place before her had owned cats, and from the smell left in the carpet, they hadn't been much on changing the litter box.She sat her dinner on the. As he pierced the lid of the can, a fowl, nauseating smell spewed forth and he had to cover his nose with his sleeve to save from gagging. He moved away, batting at the air with his other hand. They were beyond rancid, not even recognizable as ever having been edible.A twinge of panic shot through him, and he grabbed another can. He couldn’t read the label, but he broke it open anyway. A fresh stench made him dry-heave, and he dropped the can onto the table. It was full of a gelatinous, black.