Yeah, I got my usual two six-packs and made my way down to the beach. It was pretty busy that morning, what with the sunshine and all. Not that anyone...— even the holidaymakers - would trouble me once I reached my little hideaway.Having dug up and filled my old galvanised bucket with water from a farmer's trough in the field at the back edge of the dunes; I dropped my cans in the water to keep them cool-ish. Cheap beer is one thing; hot beer — because the sun was blazing down that day — would. "That she does," John said with a smile of his ownWhen I related to Lucy what John had told me, she was pleased that her mother had taken such an interest in the work of our project and she was also pleased that folk were appreciative of our efforts on their behalf."However," she reminded me, "You also have responsibilities at home. I know your mum and Dave is capable of running things and the place does not require the effort and supervision needed here, but I think we should visit more often. I take care to avoid bloodying my hands uneccessarily as I feel the blood-soaked blouse. Victoria's limp torso quivers ever so slightly, her head rocks from side to side gently as I grab the blouse and yank the buttons free, one at a time, exposing her smooth, taut belly. I pause for a moment to examine my work on Victoria's bullet-pocked torso. The exit wounds pucker out in little craters, little volcanoes welling up slightly with fresh blood, forming a grisly connect-the-dots puzzle between. I had wanted very badly to make love with John that night, but his talking about Roslyn spoiled my mood.I’m concerned that you might think of me as 'easy' or a woman who will sleep with anyone. Nothing could be further from the truth. As I said earlier, I haven’t ever slept with anyone but John since we were married, and only once before then. Having said that, I have certainly had a few offers over the years. But easy? Not at all! I admit that I love the process of seduction, of being seduced..