I could see her silhouette through the beveled glass doors. She was shampooing her hair with strawberry shampoo. I imagined the water trickling down o... her milky white skin. Her pink nipples perked as she lathered her body with soap.“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked. She must have sensed me standing there.“It was quite a show,” I told her. “You seemed to enjoy yourself.”“You should have joined us,” she told me to my surprise. “I'm sure Evan wouldn't have minded.”Sophie and I had played a few. She had gone to the bathroom first and come out and demanded to knowwhere those fucking pills were. Danny told her calmly that AgentMatthews had collected all that remained of them and sent them in to thefield office last night to be placed into the lab as evidence. Thatseemed to mollify her, she had gone in the bathroom intending to flusheach and every one of them down the toilet. Once she got dressed shelumbered into the living room and told Danny that she wanted to talk toDr. Warren. A week or even more perhaps? Ten miles an hour? A hundred hours: five days. On top of driving to wherever, Florida, say same as New York? Three thousand miles, at fifty miles an hour, sixty hours: two and a half days. A week, then.Would Mia have seen this tracker’s location yet? The app had a history function didn’t it? So yes, basically, or it didn’t matter. And Xenia would leave the others switched on to lure Mia, Paul and Claude in, to some other part of the base where they could surround. He stops rubbing, then presses his finger to my opening and pushes it into me. I hold my breath. "Relax, and breathe," he says. His finger stops any further penetration, and before I know what my body is doing, my ass moves backward toward his hand. I want more. Suddenly I feel another of his fingers slide into me. My hole is on fire. Then the fire goes out and is replaced by a hunger for more of him. He pushes his fingers up into my canal and then I can feel him sliding them out."Please don't.