She pulls out antiseptic and rinses a cloth with warm water. Tears burn the backs of her eyelids as she comes back to the table.Silently, she begins t... clean him up. She wipes the cloth over his forehead, cleaning the scrape. She does the same with the spot on his arm. "We'll find a way," she tells him. "We have to."Dean stills her hands and pulls her down into his lap. "It's too late," he says softly. "It's done. There's no way out."Her bourbon colored gaze becomes glassy. She hits him,. ‘Look out there and see the clubs and the clubbers – there’s not many about tonight – they’re nomads, moving from one noise to another. But there are other clubs, other people out there, Steve. The clubbers you can see are fish, in the upper part of the water, if you like. The people I’m talking about are the sharks and predators that swim deeper and only come up to the surface to prey on the smaller fish. They’re people who’d cut you up as soon as look at you, and not worry about it. You’d. . my husband's out of town and his secretary went with him. That means he's screwing her head off every night they're out. So, I figured what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I need some lovin'. Are you interested?" Sweetie, you know it! When and where?" When do you get off work?" About six o'clock or maybe 6:30." Then how about seven at your place?" Sounds good to me." I'll be waiting for you."When her phone clicked to break the connection, I realized I had completely lost interest. .. /"Very profound," Joe said, aloud."What the fuck are you doing Joe?" Crystal asked.The book leapt out of Joe's hands as he shuddered in fright at beingsurprised in such a manner by his sister. He turned, seeing that hissister, Crystal, was standing in the doorway."Er...hi s*s," Joe grinned."What are you doing?" Crystal demanded. She glanced at the book herolder brother had dropped. Her top-secret-uber-private "Fantasies" book!"Were you reading that?" Yeah," Joe replied. There was no point in.