Graceful. That was all I could think of. Long tapering fingers, well maintained nails and cuticles. Almost caressing that stick, an image of those han...s on my body flitted through my brain. Stop Marie! The image lingered as I shifted slightly in my seat, the short skirt riding up just an inch. Steve’s breathing deepened. He had noticed her gaze and then his had shifted, as her body had. Beautiful lines, sparkling eyes, even if she asked inane questions. Forcing his attention back to the road. "Tell you what, let's go back to the hotel and order one of those fancy wines they have, and you can drink to your heart's content and until your liver fries up and looks a raisin." He laughed, and I could not stop myself from listening to the richness of his laugh. "Fine," he agreed and downed his drink like he was drinking milk. Where did all that liquor go? He came along, like he always did. All he needed was a bed, and I knew very well that once he hit it, it would night-night for him. I. These gangsters and their boss in Burlington later somehow ended up dead and the police questioned Dean and the girl, trying to gain insights into the circumstances surrounding how those criminals died. I don’t know what came of the investigation, but it seems that Dean and the girl were cleared of any involvement.“Meanwhile, the police received a tip about the possibility of the remains of some other missing girls being buried in a field within a mile or two of Dean’s cabin. The media from as. She asked, ‘You aren’t a druggie are you?’ I was like, no. She nodded and followed me in. I said to her ‘So, what’s the big deal?’ She said that she didn’t want to talk about it. Like a fucking moth to a flame she went to my little girl’s porcelain doll. I didn’t freak out or nothing, I was cool. ‘Uh, What’s your name, darling?’ I say to her. ‘Mercy,’ she said, rubbing her grubby fingers all over the damn doll. ‘Is this yours?’ she asks. Is it mine? It’s in my goddamn apartment, right? So I say.