"Fine," muttered the teenage girl."What ya up to?"Abigail held out a book. "Readin'," Most of them are my old books," Margaret muttered. "This used to...be my flat and..." She stopped when she saw Abigail hold up a book and gasped. "That isn't mine. That's a filthy book!" Ah found it on the bottom shelf." Abigail turned to the inside front cover. "Who's Annabel Spott?" Sprott," Margaret muttered. "She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly."Oh ... not want her books?"Margaret took a deep. I poured myself a nice cold drink, sat down in the living room and did some reading, the continuing education type. In this business, you really have to keep up with advances or you get left behind quickly. I read for a couple of hours before my tool bag caught my eye and I remembered the camera.I got up, got my camera out of the bag and took it into my computer room. I hooked it up to the computer and uploaded the pictures. Once they were all in a file I started going through them. The first. Well. But for some reason I didn’t feel totally reassured.We went to dinner in my neighborhood and he told me about where his job had taken him that summer and fall. I explained about the demise of my last relationship, but left out many of the pertinent facts. I could have said, Well, he was a Dom, which in this case meant he gave great spankings, but believed it was his right to spank a lot of other girls on the side, but I wasn’t ready to open this can of worms with Samir. We had dessert and. Tonight we’ll celebrate by fucking your hot little ass.”“Oh Christ!” Rose said as she closed the phone and set it aside. We all hugged Joanne and all cried.“I’m going to hunt him down and kill him,” Amy said.“He’s dead. He was at the broker’s office on the 93rd floor of the North Tower. Look at the time of the message. It said eight-twenty-eight. Only I didn’t go to the tower. I went to the hospital and ordered a rape kit. I was sitting there waiting for them to take my blood to confirm drugs.