I squeeze my penis, working out the last drops of sperm and wiping themaway with my cotton briefs. Finally, I pull up the panties over my, nowsoftenin..., penis.On shaky legs I stand up and, with absolute clarity, I know what I needto do.I have to go see Morgen.* * *I can see that the light is on under her door. She must be up late,studying. I knock softly, in case I'm wrong."Come in," she calls out softly, so as not to wake her father who issleeping next door.I have put on my pajamas, so I am. Looking out he saw her stand there, not walking away as she had before. He put a hand to the glass, and she mimicked him, smiling softly.The coach pulled out and into the heavy London traffic. He would be back home in Wales in 2 hours, but it would feel longer. He tried to distract himself with some songs on his mobile phone. Several heavy rock anthems came and went… then he heard the melodic tones of a song that had stuck with him for the last ten years. He had put it on there on purpose,. I felt bad about murdering the man, even if it was kind of self defense. Everybody wants to feel better than that, but I knew I wasn’t better at all.I made more iced tea as well as a pot of coffee. I knew it was going to be a long night. I was right it was a long night. I composed a couple of anonymous Emails to DEA agent Rogers. I sent along the plate numbers of those late night cars and trucks visiting Menendez Motors.Even that didn’t help me justify the torture and death of Rufus Brown. I. He took his time, kissing her, praising her loveliness, and only gradually unbuttoning the rest of her dress. When my wife was completely naked, he stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and removed his erect penis. I am glad it is so big, I said. I always wished I could fill every part of her vagina. My boss sat in his chair. My wife sat facing him, spreading her thighs. After he entered her she told me, You are the only man I will ever love, but it does feel delightful that he can go so deeply into.