She plucked sighs of pleasure from me easily as she traced my shoulder and then at last reached my collarbone. There, her teeth, no longer so delicate... staring digging into my skin as she continued to descend, at the same time she was getting rid of my dress. I could do nothing but mimic her movements and say goodbye to her white shirt, which fell to the ground anticipating what would happen in the next few hours.If there was a bed in the room I did not realize; I was too busy letting myself be. Smiling at them, I took my seat, and much to my relief the aisle seat next to me stayed empty. After take-off, I un-strapped my seat belt, and settled back, thinking about a new story that was in the womb so to speak, but that refused to be born, when one of the young women un-strapped her seat-belt, and came over and started talking to me."Excuse me, you're Chelsy Davis, aren't you?" she said as she sat on the edge of the empty seat next to me.She was wearing baggy shorts, and a loose t-shirt,. It might be the death of me, but I would see her alone, at least once. I started making a schedule of the times she appeared in the bazaar, how long she stayed and which direction she traveled when her group moved away. Finally, after a few weeks I was emboldened to follow her, as discretely as possible, dressed in my civvies. She and her fellow shoppers moved down a large street, finally arriving at a large, stuccoed building. It must be her home I thought. At least, it had the feel of a. He'd come home with blood on his cuffs and everyone was scared of him and scared of me. I mean, I would take the bus into town and everyone would look the other way, and if there were no seats, I'd get one. It was weird and..." Her voice trailed off and she stared at the glass. "I know he thinks I grassed him up to the cops. I dain't, I swear. I was too scared to do so. I mean, I know he killed people and he'd kill me. Which is why I just drove and drove 'til the petrol light came on."Margaret.