THIS BITCH IS LOUD “You alright?” I ask during her screams. She nods her head vigorously, as she wildly moves with me, but continues screaming. ...I try covering my hand over her mouth, but she moves her from head side to side, and I don’t want to hurt her. “Girl, you need to be quiet, or I’m a stop.” I whisper seriously to her. She whimpers as she catches her breath and nods at me. I hold the back of her head and resume fucking her. Behind us, in the direction of the darken doorway I hear a. He can't be serious.Or can he?Just a half hour ago, I was working at the bank helping a family secure a loan for their first house. Then the call came. The police. My husband had been seen with a gun in the house."A gun?" Yes Ma'am, a neighbor came over to borrow an item and saw him. Seems he's threatening suicide. We need you here to help us talk him out of it."Suicide? But Conner loved life. He has always been so happy go lucky. Why would he--?It can't be about... I pushed that thought away. “You can’t die, my girl. You know why?”“Why?” she offered a faint smile.“Because you are already dead, silly.” Logan forced a smile onto his lips. “Nowhere to go now but up. So, you just tell me what you need to start getting better, ok?”“Cold,” Karen mumbled. Her eyes drifted shut.“Stay awake, Karen!” Logan barked at her. “Stay with me!”Her eyes opened, slower than the last time. Logan could see the color and vitality draining out of her complexion, like a modern television show slowly. "Yes I do," Harold told her, offering no further explanation than that. "In any case, we will hold off on our discussion until after dinner. That is at six o'clock, correct?" Right," Meghan said. "Just like Jo asked." Excellent," Dick said. "We have some other guests who will be showing up at around six-thirty." Other guests?" Meghan said, alarmed. "I ... uh ... wasn't counting on more than six of us when I made dinner." They won't be eating with us," Dick said. "It is their job to be here..