Every fucking word was true wasn't it?'??????????? 'Please.I, please..'??????????? 'Orare you saying you were lying, might have been lying then too? T...at you didn'treally want to kill me?'??????????? Shepaused and wasn't sure if she smelled a trap or a way out. I could see hertrying to figure out the odds.??????????? 'MaybeI need to make myself clearer to you. You don't want to fucking lie to meanymore and I'll really prove it.'??????????? Igot up and walked up to her with a small pair of. Bastard. Why stop at just one? There were bound to be many others. Alexis Chatris was looking for bastards, plural. Not in the technical sense. She didn't care if she found someone who had parents that were married or not. No, no. She wanted the other kind of bastard: the kind that took advantage of other people, especially in the sexual way. Why limit myself to those? She asked herself. There are plenty of other kinds of bastards: racists, homophobes, financial cheats, the Old Men of the Texas. It was a lady of our locality and she is the best friend of my aunt. As I lifted the call she directly asked me to be in her house within 10 min before I say anything she kept the call. I was little bit scared as thinking about what would have happened and reached her house within minutes and asked what happened she gave a naughty smile and invited me inside and locked the door I was scared a bit and I was completely silent suddenly she caught my hand and took me to her bedroom locked the door. She came back in carrying a large bottle of white wine. Another clue. My wife doesn't drink that much but when she does, she gets quite tipsy and this can lead to some rather intense love-making.She went to the cupboard and took out two glasses. She filled them up halfway and handed one to me."Can I have some, too? I love the taste of wine," Sarah said in a rather cajoling way."What do you think, Jason?" I suppose it wouldn't hurt if she had a bit," I said, wondering where this was going.Jenn.