"Thank you, Detective," she said softly."Kevin," I said. "Since we are going to be in such close quarters we may as well know each other's first names..." It's nice to meet you, Kevin. My name is Melissa... but most people call me Missy," she said, with a more assured smile this time."Okay then, Missy it is. It's nice to meet you too Missy," I said.We sat down on the sofa to talk and drink our drinks. As we talked and got to know each other a bit (and as the alcohol started to take effect on. It was as if giving words to the fantasy had made it palpable for the first time, and I recognized how right Cordelia had been all along. How had she seen the depth of my depravity so easily, when it had been covered by fog to my own eyes? Could I really hand this confession to her? It was almost lunch time. I was naked - I had had to strip out of the borrowed outfit to avoid staining it. You’d expect me to have lost my appetite, but I hadn’t. If anything, I was hungry like a wolf and my taste. There were a couple of girls I checked in for a week and I was flirtatious as usual. One of them was a brunette, slightly heavier than the typical girls, but was very pretty and had really large breasts. She caught me staring at them. She smiled and then told me know that she was a preacher’s daughter. So, I thought there would be no chance and didn’t give it much thought, but then it became a challenge. I didn’t see them much through-out the week, which is not uncommon with so many people. " Well, Pete was always a runaround, but I guess you know that."Fred frowned. "I figured that out. And to be truthful with you, Sis, he bragged about it too. Pete's the kind of guy who doesn't enjoy fooling around unless he can brag about it. He's probably got a deep- seated feeling of inferiority. But frankly I don't give a damn about him. It's you I care about. Why don't you divorce him and find someone who'll appreciate you and Eric? You're a fine-looking woman, Sis. You can have your pick.