She nods her head vigorously, as she wildly moves with me, but continues screaming. I try covering my hand over her mouth, but she moves her from hea... side to side, and I don’t want to hurt her. “Girl, you need to be quiet, or I’m a stop.” I whisper seriously to her. She whimpers as she catches her breath and nods at me. I hold the back of her head and resume fucking her. Behind us, in the direction of the darken doorway I hear a voice. “Girl, you so fuckin loud!” a woman’s voice. .. insisting that they had to make love... even to suggesting their trysting place. God, it was wrong... wrong! And he knew it... such adulterous deceit behind his beloved Madeleine's back... and to commit against this man who had befriended and raised him... Christ, how low could a person sink? Well, he knew he was going to find out; he couldn't help himself. He would go to the summer house at Ste. Agathe des Monts tomorrow.He didn't know but what Madeleine suspected something. She had hardly. Their comments about the three were doubtlessly true. It was obvious that the nurses did have plans for the young agent.Inside the Ship, Jeff's team retracted their faceplates. Art sat up on the stretcher, turned and put his feet on the deck. The nurses helped him to stand and walk the couple of steps to a long bench-like seat, Bobby and Sandra settling beside him.Most of the team, with the exception of Jeff, Kayla, Lieutenant Richardson, Sergeant Gomez and the two medics, found seats around. Watching my wife’s feet disappear up the stairwell, I clicked on the email app and waited as 16 messages appeared in my mailbox. Scanning the list, I saw hers third from the bottom, with a paperclip attachment symbol right there. Looking out the door once more, I clicked on the attachment and watched as my photo viewer software loaded and her tight young body appeared.She had blurred out the photo. No face. But I had studied her body parts for months now. I knew every inch, every mole, and.