'It was not me', she had said, 'It was him', the 'him' she referred to, was her husband.I believed her, as sex to her was based on a functional need o...ly, the function being to have c***dren, pleasure never entered the equation, so I had some sympathy and understanding for her husbands frustration, and his forlorn attempts to loosen her-up, and relax.I met him in a shopping mall and went for a coffee, and he poured out his frustrations to me, and as we talked, I used cock, cunt, pussy, and. ” That last barely had any power behind it at all. It was like someone had reached down his throat and dragged it out. I bet someone had.The prosecutor said, “Well I guess you’re guilty of making a false statement to the police. I could have sworn they called you Joe Williams in their report. Who do you work for Mister, uh, Morris?”Morris was red-faced and short of breath, like he was in the middle of running a marathon. He was fighting this, he just wasn’t winning.. He sat on her bed as she was washing her face in the bathroom. She came out with mascara running down her cheeks. Her blue eyes were misty and her nose was red now. She laid on her bed for a moment just silent. Only the humming of her tiny refrigerator could be heard. She took a deep breath and pulled out some sleeping pills. She looked at the bottle closely as if she was studying the ingredients that the pills contained. She held the bottle tightly against her chest while she began to cry. He seemed to be a foot shorter than Kelly (whodid not even measure five feet tall), blonde and fair complexioned. Infact, just like Kelly when she was in second or third grade. His hair waslong, falling down his back nearly to his waist.Across the room, a middle-aged man watched them with interest. He walkedover and introduced himself as Peter I. Groomer, Casting Agent. Mr.Groomer was looking for young girls to model the back-to-school fashionsat the local department store. The stout man.