He knew that the real Recon had a special feeling for Wildman and his wife. Did he have deeper feelings for Renee than he let on?“Tell me about the ...uy that tried to kill Renee O’Dell and killed the cop.”“I don’t know anything about that. Really. I never knew that a guy was hired to off her.”“OK. Tell me, did you have fun fucking her?”Brian was stone quiet.“Did you?”“Hey man, it was pussy, you know. Every man likes pussy.”“And blowjobs?”“Yeah.”“And ass?”“Yeah.”“And no thoughts about the price. It was all for the best, however; he really shouldn't be thinking those thoughts anyway, especially about his little sister.On the other hand, Autumn lay next to him on the other side, not that he should be thinking those thoughts about her either. They had all fallen asleep like that on the beach. It was a little chilly out here in the open, where the cool morning air could steal away the warmth of the three bodies instead of keeping it bottled up inside the tent. Lance was fortunate enough to. . and you,? Sammy barked to the two masked men. ?Grab one of Blondie’s legs each. Make a wish, but hold her tight.?They did so. The unseeing waitress flinched at the fresh touch. The men lifted her feet such that her legs were horizontal and spread. They experimented, stretching her close to a split, but settled on an uncomfortably wide, but bearable angle.?Red, keep fucking her. Guys, hold her tight,? Sammy repeated. She slowly stepped from Gemma, until she was three feet from the waitress.. Just don't. Now take that thing back wherever you got it and we'll forget the whole business, okay? But don't ever do anything like that again." And she just turned around and walked off, leaving me standing there in the bush with my mouth open and the piece still in my hand.Oh, sure, I guess you could say that makes this primitive art, all right. Real primitive. But we know about a lot of primitive art, don't we? I mean, the cave paintings at Altamira and Lascaux and some of those other places.