I finally spoke,"After you mentioned it the other day, I decided to sign up for the 'Beginning Ballroom Dancing' class."Stephanie was suddenly animate...."Mark, that's great! Oh, you don't know how happy that makes me. I was afraid that I would be the only older person in the class, and none of the boys would want to dance with me," she exclaimed."Hey, 'old lady', I bet all those young guys would line up for a chance to dance with you," I teased, sensing the serious concern beneath her bantering. If they were guilty and figured out I was tracking them they could be dangerous.I know it sounds paranoid but then I planned to stay paranoid as long as I was undercover. "Well imagine running into to you here," Martin said.And right after you screw me, I thought but said, "Small world huh? So is this the Mrs. Martin you are always talking about?" I'm Mrs. Martin," the slightly pudgy but well dressed and made up woman about forty said to me. "Though I doubt he talks too much about me. We try to. Icollapsed with exhaustion into the front seat of his car and driftedoff into a drug-fucked sleep. I woke up outside of my own house; mypanties all wet and sticky, the taste of semen still fresh on mytongue.MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE.She had been a good girl that night in the club; I had long known thatI had her beaten, but that night she had proven it once again. It was5AM by the time we got back to our home town; I was so tired and fuckedout that I just wanted rid of her so that I could get home. ”“Neither can I Tony.” He agreed. “But he does have that right under the law, and he’s looking at a sentence of ten years plus if found guilty, so I guess he figures he has nothing to lose.”When the Sherriff put it that way it was a little easier to understand, but I privately detested that Bill wouldn’t “man-up” and take responsibility for his deplorable actions. Then he went on. “It’s up to you whether you bring Tiffany and Shannon along, though personally I don’t think it’s a good idea. This.