As the material came down, revealing the soft, round globes that were as tan as the rest of her body, John forced himself to look anywhere but there. ...e could feel his arousal, throbbing in his swim trunks, and he needed to keep himself under control. Looking at her shapely calves didn't make it easy, but it helped.He set the suit bottom aside, took a deep breath and reached for the bottle again. He repeated his routine: pour the oil, set the bottle down, warm the oil in his hands. So as not to. Bostwick," John started, "We are fully aware of what you have been doing with your niece. Brenda here has also agreed to testify that you are an abusive person, and is prepared to show the numerous scars that you left on her body." She liked it," Barry drawled, "And that slut niece of mine is lying." Immaterial," John told him, "Brenda is willing to testify that it was rape. Furthermore, your niece isn't lying, and a jury wouldn't think so anyway. Normally, I'd just call the fucking police and. )I put on the big mass of blonde hair they called a wig, and finished my lipstick, and finally looked at myself in the full length mirror. Hell, if he didn't want to fuck me tonight, I'd sit right here and jack off to my own image. I looked hot.I lit some candles, poured some wine, and set out cheese and crackers, and didn't have long to wait before he came through the door. I'd like to say he took one look, swept me up in his arms and made love to me all night long, but that's not how it. I felt like a sexy warrior princess, and strangely calm and confident. This was me, Madeline. Marcus was no more.A huge crashing explosion in the corridor dumped me unceremoniously on by back, stunned and dazed. As the smoke cleared and I recovered my wits, I saw Cameron's crumpled and burnt body in the doorway, surrounded by shards of wood and splinters that were all that remained of the door. He was dead. His pistol, cocked and ready to fire, dangled from his outstretched fingers, yards from.