" She let a "Please…" escape her lips, and he smiled. "Please what?" he asked. "Do you want me to fuck your asshole or your pussy? I mean, if you do...'t want me to fuck your pussy, I don't have to," he said, and started fingering her asshole again, using his thumb to massage her gaping hole. "No," she said earnestly, "not there." "Tell me what you want me to do." he asked, laying his hands on her ass cheeks and grinding his hips into hers. "Please… I want…," she said as he stroked her ass.. . we don't!" snapped Connie in reply."Look," Charles said, lowering his voice so that only Connie could hear him, "he's playing you Connie. The more you and I fight, he wins. We've got to get answers out of him. I need him to answer some questions. Then and only then, you can have at him. Considering what he's done, I don't think anyone will fault you for killing him. All right?" No it is not all right," replied Connie, staring violently into Charles' eyes, "but I'll give you five minutes. If. Carmen could feel Matt’s breath on her neck as they drove through the heavy downpour. He brought them to the middle of the park where there was a tall fence, and behind it, a swimming pool. The air clung to their soaking bodies. Matt left his bicycle lying in the grass and climbed over the fence first. He climbed to the top with ease and then slung himself over, dropping convincingly to the ground. Carmen climbed over, and dropped over to the other side. The rain was still coming down hard.. The doors closed but nothing further happened. I pressed the button again. Still nothing. Damn! What was I doing wrong? Jimmy made it all seem so easy. I certainly didn't remember ever getting on a plane to go to that tropical island of his. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my office once more.When I opened them again I was standing just outside the door to my little glass walled cubicle. About time! I pulled on the door. Damn!It was locked. I checked and sure enough, my keys were still on.