No guessing.”She gave me a hateful look. I only saw it with my peripheral vision, but I could tell.MEXICO:Earlier in the year we had taken a vacatio... in Mexico. It was a second honeymoon for us, that I had organized for our four-year anniversary. At the time, all was good in our world.I wanted to go into the town near our resort to experience the local customs. I spoke fluent Spanish, whereas I understood the language, but was not as accomplished with speaking it.Against our tourist guide’s. Fuck if I don’t want to create the most decadent of art across your pale ass and flat stomach. Pump you full of cum until I discover the sorta facial expression that’d launch a billion erections into outer space. “On your fucking knees, blondie,” the monster in me growls, slipping up, keen to avoid any last second protests from either of us, sick of all the sappy, self-pitying bullshit.“Yea, baby?” you giggle, sliding off my lap to the train floor.“Now!” I grab a fist full of pink hair and pull. I made my hand into a fist and pounded down on the ash, if nothing else to symbolically destroy what was left of this note. It wasn’t as hot as I thought it was going to be, luckily.I looked over my work, admiring it. Now I was the only one who knew. The secret would be safe with me. Smiling to myself, I stood up and put the lighter I carried with me away in my pocket, before starting to walk out of the park.Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks. I wasn’t the only one who knew. Someone I had. "Something's come up, dear," he said, "and I have to fly to New York for the weekend. I hope we don't have anything planned."She stared at him.Roger looked down at his watch. "Damn! I'm going to be late for the plane. I'd better grab a shower now. Sorry I can't talk longer, but you know how it is..."Nicole went up the stairs, listening as he turned on the shower. She went into the bedroom.She stood by the mirror, examining herself critically in the sheer blue nightgown. She wasn't the most.