I want it all. I want you getting mad at me, I want you to tell me when I’m being an asshole. Dessie, I want it all. I wasn’t bullshitting when I ...old you things I did that night on the beach.’ Desiree didn’t say anything as she straddled Gabriel’s lap. She looked into his eyes still half expecting the ever-present teasing light to be there, but it wasn’t. She slowly smiled back at him as he waited for her to make up her mind about whatever she was thinking. ‘I think I want it more,’ she said. Smirking, Stacy said, “I told you so.”“Shut up,” Charlie growled.“I told you that you should have said something about it in Vancouver,” Stacy said.Charlie was about to reply when she noticed that there was a little blood around her ankle. She glanced up at Betsy and knew that she’d blow her top if it was discovered that she was bleeding. It was time to put a little space between her and Betsy.“You’re not going to the hospital with me,” Charlie declared.“Yes, I am.”“No, you’re not.”“I. He would explain come morning. But it had been too late by then. Her crazed mind demanded restitution. It judged her harshly, called her a skank, a hussy, a bitch so hot for sex that she had willingly traded away her self respect. Her fingers had slowly crept under the pillow and felt the hard cold strength of the shotgun. Pulling it out she let her sweaty finger close over the trigger and had moved away from his sleeping form. As the gentle rays of the moon parted through the thick curtains of. This was all the more bitterly ironic, as she had rushed into marriage at an early age, where she then found herself being beaten by a domineering husband twelve years her senior. He had beaten her when pregnant, making her miscarry and causing complications which meant she could no longer conceive.After eight years of abuse she found the courage to leave him, and he had pursued her for another two, making her move on yet again out of necessity. She would never forget the terror she felt each.