The room was obviously the master bedroom from the way it was furnished."This is my room." the woman cried."I'm sorry, Mrs. Palmer. I'm really sorry."...I picked up my clothes and darted out of the room.I dressed up as quickly as I could and went down to the living room. Fortunately, Mr. Palmer was still at the same place where I'd left him. I went straight to the table, grabbed the bottle of champagne that had warmed, and took a couple of swings."Fuck fuck fuck." I muttered to myself. I could. "Can't say I liked the way he called me darling, but I kept my mouth shutas he went through some more procedural technicalities with the two copswhile the woman down the corridor kept at it with her weary fuck yous."Now then, love. Best we have your details then. Name?" Phillip Jacob Wesley."He looked up from his keyboard and pursed his lips through his beard."Hear that?" He jerked his thumb towards the sweary corridor. "She'dbeen doing that since half past eight when she went in there.. ." I broke off, seeing the look, knowing its meaning. 'Shut up while you're ahead'His words chilled me. "I can't believe I raised such a slut. A whore. A filthy girl who enjoys men groping at her. I saw you that day. I saw the look on your face... the way you thrust your body up at him. Just begging for it, weren't you?" Breathing in a strange, heavy way, he tightened his grip on the belt and approached me, nudging King out of the way. "Yes, I called you a slut and a whore because that's what. Mummy puri raat roti rahi aur soch soch ke soyi nahi fir next dady mummy ne dopahar ko usse phone karke boli ki aur koi chara nahi hai kya? To usne kaha ki nahi to mummy ne kaha ki to fir aapki jo marzi to usne kaha ki abhi main aa jaun to mumme ne use haa kar diya thodehi der me wo ghar me aa gaya usne aakei darwaja bandh kar diya aur mummy ko hath pakad ke bed room me lekegaya aur bolne laga Ke aja raani aab to tujhe main raandi banaunga usne apni lungi khol diya aur mummy uske lund dekhke.