Sandra took the opportunity to lie down and stretch out so completely, Carla thought it looked like she wanted to take a nap. Carla walked over and sa... down beside her.“Are we half way their yet?” Sandra asked in a quiet voice.Carla replied, “Almost. We’re halfway through with the foothills I think, then about another three kilometers to our pickup spot by the riverbank. Sandra, how are you feeling?”“What’s our pace?” asked Sandra, ignoring Carla’s question.“As the crow flies, we’ve hiked a. She unfolded the sheet of paper and scanned the letter."Oh my!" she murmured softly as she read his instructions. "What is it with these dirty old men and the things that they get off on?"She cooked herself a light dinner and treated herself to a glass of wine to relax her nerves. She still had moments of anxiety that were the legacy of Rick and his abuse of her.She shivered whenever she looked at the stairs and the banister; remembered how he'd chained her up so that her feet were barely. Fuck off.”It was grammatically impressive for a text, but the message was clear and it stung. Fired? We’d been fired? I sat on the edge of the bed and reread the message, drowning my face in electronic light. My response wasn’t very energetic.Shit, I thought. I really liked that job... So much had happened the previous day as to effectively mute my response. But I had enough presence of mind to think about the others. Derek and Drew must have been livid to get the news as well, but neither had. As he fucked him, he could look over at the dresser next to them, and he saw a variety of photographs of Thomas' wife (now deceased) smiling out of the gaudy picture frames, and he found it strangely satisfying to think how upset she would have been had she known, at that very moment, that her husband of some 50 years previously, was being fucked in the ass by a black man! What was the saying? She'd 'turn over in her grave' had she known! 'Oh yes!' Duane found himself thinking, 'she definitely.