The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Someone is watching me. I open my eyes and you are standing on the opposite side of the pool looking down a... me, with a sheepish look on your face. Your only clothing is a sarong around your waist. Apart from that completely naked."I'm so sorry," you begin to say, "I was just so tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open."I smile back "I thought it was me, I don't remember a thing."Your smile widens as you walk to the end of the pool. Undoing the knot in the. Yes, I did often feel a twinge of guilt after visiting Bob. I'd think of my wife, perhaps at home, likely working in our gardens (which is one of her passions), naturally unaware of what I was doing, or with who I was doing it. But I meant no disrespect towards her for going to Bob's. It was just...menopause. I still wanted to have a sexual outlet; and if my wife was no longer interested in sex, then I had to do something about that for myself! I told myself that I wasn't out fucking some other. He could not remember how many times he fucked her, but they had only slept three or four hours over the weekend, the last fuck was at five o’clock this morning before she left to get ready for work. He had been in every hole she had numerous times, she was insatiable. The Viagra he had helped him keep up with her appetite. His cock was sore, but the thought of seeing her again is giving him a hard-on as he walks into the diner.Lori smiles a telling smile when they make eye contact. She does. But the room is empty save for Sara and the video equipment.We’re too late,” he says almost in a whisper.“I know.” Roger says with anguish in his voice. “I didn’t hear gunshots. Where are you?”“The room is empty. Sara is already dead,” Spencer says.“How?” Roger asks puzzled. “I’m looking at them right now.”“The broadcast is a recording,” he answers. “There’s a skeleton crew here. Sara looks like she’s been dead for hours.”Mathsen peers through his scope. He is locked in on the window, waiting.