“I want you to ask me,” he said. I was shaking, not sure what to do. I said nothing. Jake spoke again, this time with more force. “I said I wan... you to ask me.” I looked down at my feet, barely mumbling, “I want you to fuck my wife.” “Say please.” I could barely whisper, “Please Jake, will you fuck my wife?” Without saying a word Jake and Kate stood up, walking towards the house. Kate walked in first, before I could follow them Jake stopped me at the door, grabbing my shirt front he pushed. “He want you to know what a bitch Alex is. His word for her. We could ... hear her bed.”Joe sighed. “Understood,” he said. “Do you understand why she was so cruel?”“No.”“Alejandra is a remarkable woman.”“Yes,” she agreed.“He held her back in this ... very rich cage for many many years. Made her very very unhappy.”“Was he a terrible man?”“Yes...”“Isabel.”“Yes Isabel. A terrible man.”“I could tell. He flirt with me? Not so strange, yes?”“You are a lovely woman.”“Gracias. He angry. Because I no. She wanted things to take an erotic turn so she asked me about the 3 best things in her.The first of course was her helpful nature which i had to say as i wanted to take no chances with a married woman,the second i said were her hair and i deliberately started fumbling with words on the third,only to see if she persuaded me .She did and i replied your breasts.She winked and said yes,I often find men staring at them and i enjoy flaunting them in public.I was a bit surprised.I wanted to tell her. Now that I had stopped, I was going to become cold very quickly. I put my jacket on as I continued my 'cool down' walk."You're 'The Psychic'," he made it a statement, not a question."I am?" I asked.He chuckled, and said, "You do 'innocence', very well. Let me tell you why I think you're the Psychic. I have checked with the local paper here, and you have written to them a couple times. Mostly, you help the police solve difficult cases. Now, you were home on vacation, and POW, 'The Psychic' shows.