I put the knife down on the table, and she unzips my fly. Her cool, thin fingers wrap around my throbbing cock, and she sighs and broadens her smile.�...�I want you to fuck me like you want to kill me,” she whispers, “don’t be nice, Tommy-boy.”“I won’t be.”I grab her by the throat and push her backwards on the table. She cries out in delight and spreads her legs further, tearing what’s left of her leggings all the way down her crotch. Her pelvis still presses against my lap, and it forces her back. ” she pointed slightly to the left of the view. “Is a sacred spot to the Goddess. If someone makes a wish from the depths of their heart there at certain times of the year the Goddess may see fit to grant them. Last winter she granted your wish.”“I guess someone did,” I murmured not quite sure if I believed in a mythical Goddess, but then it was the only thing that so far could even begin to explain what had happened to me.Alhana smiled at me warmly. “You love her don’t you?”“Who?” I asked not. And these were words that were definitely written with capital letters.In this respect she was very much as one with everyone else who lived in the Broad Oak Grove commune.Of course, when the builders of Ashton Lovelock named the street there was no grove and certainly no oaks, however broad. Like all names in this town, it was chosen to invoke a rustic memory that bore no relation to a reality either living or dead. The squat in which Betty lived was one of many houses that had failed to find. I didn’t want him to talk to my brother about football. And when my friends at work asked when they’d get to meet him, I always gave a noncommittal answer. Again, I can’t explain it. I just felt as though he was mine. All mine.It sounds psychotic, I guess, like some crazy obsessive girlfriend syndrome. But it wasn’t exactly like that. I mean, he had friends. He had people he’d see and I was fine with them. I liked them. I think that beneath the surface, I was a little afraid that the people I.