. and then he took me. The first few strokes gave him the measure of me .... then he done me hard and fast. I became wanton slut and felt no remorse a...out it. The sex was primal and noisy, mainly me howling and the table scr****g on the floor. My husband never appeared to see what the noise was all about. I caught the reflection of our tryst in the window. Just watching Tors big frame pounding me from behind, while he held my hair like reins made me feel even hornier. My fanny had never been so. “What time do you finish?” She asked me demandingly. “I finish at midnight.” I answered automatically, shocked that she even asked. Drinking up her wine she got up and left the bar, leaving me standing there feeling quite confused. The remainder of the shift was as mind numbingly boring as before and I was glad to see the end of it. Leaving the bar I ventured out into the cold of the night and headed home. I pulled my coat close about me as it was pouring with rain and. . when the Coast Guard didn't return ... such is life. The ocean is dangerous indiscriminately."Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway."--J.R.R Tolkien--"Personally? I like the good days, the comfortable days, the days by the fire and hearth. Nights spent sleeping on the. Roger walked to the window and looked out, seeing nothing but his rage. He was having trouble thinking through his rage. This killer had taken the thing from him that mattered most in his life. Worse, the killer had killed something inside of Roger that he knew he would never get back.After a couple of minutes he turned to his men, "Take this scum and his mother and father out and drop them in the Pacific. I want them alive when they go into the water. Weight them down so that they never come.