‘Huh?’ The phone clicked in my ear in response, and I lay back on the bed, trying to get my eyes to work again, along with my brain. A few minutes...later, I figured out what the call meant. Then I realised that I’d better retrieve whatever it was, before someone else did. I jumped from the bed and threw on my robe. As I raced out of the house and down the path, I realised I was acting a little strangely. Slowing down, I walked calmly to the letterbox, and opened it, not quite knowing what to. I thought you’d like to hear the results of our investigations and since I know you and since it was I who first questioned you, I asked to be allowed to tell you myself. We have some good news for you.”“It would appear that your ex is a small-time crook. While we can’t prove it, we know he’s involved in some shady deals. He’s, as they say in the papers, ‘known to the police’. From what I’ve learned, at the same time as he laid that kidnapping complaint with us, he also accused you of. Jean was bruised inside and had some whip cuts on her butt cheeks. May was dead. When everything started, there had been a man fucking her. He realized what was happening and pulled out. His fatal mistake was to shove his spear into her body between her legs. He fell back with two arrows in his gut to die slowly. My girls helped his pain by stretching him out and using a knife to remove his cock and balls. His screams quieted when they were pushed into his mouth. It was a painful way to die but. She leaned up, and I kissed her, and I let my weight down on top of her. “That’s what I like,” she breathed heavily into my ear, “a guy with a perpetual hard on for me.” I entered her again. I pushed myself back up on my hands and I leaned into her. She grabbed my back, and her nails scratched into my skin. I dropped my head down, and we were perfectly face-to-face, and we kissed passionately. She wrapped her legs around me and pushed her heals into the small of my back and I thought to myself.