Morgan, I wanted to know exactly how your machine worked. What it requires to produce results.’ He looked at her, catching a glimpse of scarlet in h...r eyes. What the hell…he thought to himself. Scarlett averted his gaze and walked to the fridge. Opening the door she pulled out a bottle of water and gestured to the detectives offering them some. They shook their heads, and she closed the door. Twisting the cap off she turned to them, ‘well basically it can read the smallest of samples, be it. She knew she was dreaming. Afterall, hadn't she been having the same goddam dream every night, the samegoddam faceless man crawling silently into her bed, not even comingmanfully in on top of her like a conquering hero, but sneaking stealthilyup under the covers from the foot of her bed, slinking along with his headbetween her legs, between her thighs, doing his bungling, stiff-prickedbest to sneak up on her and get it into her while she slept ... It was degrading. Without ever even seeing her. "Torch!"George turned his head away from the 2 x 4 he was supposed to be cutting."What's the matter, Torch?" his short, squat little shit of a supervisor demanded as he waddled toward him. "What the fuck are you doing just standing there?!" Sorry, boss," George said tightly. He hated this man passionately. He was a miserable little shit, with his white shirt and cheap tie and ornamental hard-hat—he was one of those middle-class failures who somehow found jobs bossing grunts like him. A French lady from and her daughter. I had paid their way in exchange for them making it worth my while. As far as I cared right now the driver could drive me and the ladies all the way to the Pacific Ocean. Mom had my dick in her mouth showing her daughter how a French woman made love. It was a first for me as well. I had had my share of women up and down the Atlantic but I never had a French chick put me in her mouth.Mom, the Madame Beaumont moved, her mouth as her daughter Mademoiselle Belle.