Good! Not many can. No matter how smart they are, Brady mused."Now, Mrs. Hastings, let's discuss the night of your husband's death. You stated you we...e home all evening, I believe? You were no where near the alley where your husband's body was found the next morning?" That's right. I watched American Idol, then the news, and went to bed."Brady nodded and scribbled a note on his pad.He continued, "You watched all of the evening news? Not just a portion?" Yes, all of it. I fell asleep probably. "Do you miss not doing it?" What?" Sex! I mean it's been four months since Johnnie left. You haven't been fooling around on the side have you?" No, of course not. That's disgusting." But then after a moment's hesitation, added, "Sometimes...when I'm in bed I ...it's none of your business," she finished, coming out of her momentary reverie. "Where's the water, the sponge anyway?" I'm using a new technique today." What technique?" she asked suspiciously as she watched my head dip towards her. She didn’t want to move but voices were demanding….get up your lazy whore your fucking needed again, don’t keep the master waiting…..she stood between two nigger’s while they coated her body in baby oil paying great attention to her tit’s and arse cheeks, she adorned a pair of super high black stiletto heels, quickly she daubed herself in heavy make-up. Finally her chain was flicked round her neck tightened to restrict her breathing. She walked between the two men back to the large room she. I had finished off my first bottle of daiquiri and drifted off into a light stupor, caressed by the warmth of the sun and lulled to sleep by the waves and the alcohol. Something awoke me, and I slowly remembered with absolute rapture where I was. I must have been dreaming of one of the sex scenes from the novel, as I could feel myself highly aroused. Before I could move, a man’s shadow falls across me, he stands looking down at me, believing I’m still asleep. Peeking through closed eyes, I.