I just pulled the blouse closed and didn't bother to fasten the buttonsbecause she had a long coat that would cover her well enough till we got home. ... fastened the coat and help her to the lifts.We had already decided to get a taxi home as we would both be drinking, so we made our way across the road to the taxi office. 'Sorry!' said the young girl radio operator. 'There is at least an hour wait.''Damn!' I said mentally kicking myself for not booking a cab. The girlsaid that we could wait in. "A rotten, cock-loving piece of fucking shit. You're a whore, Noel, a cunt and a bitch and a whore. That's what you are, isn't that right, Noel?" "Yes." A whisper. "Take your damn clothes off," I said. She started to unbutton her blouse. "Wait," I said. She stopped. "First go over to Charlie's office and ask him to come in here." "Phil--" she whispered. "Do it, whore." Noel unlocked my door, which she had locked behind her. My heart leapt through my throat. A beautiful, bronzed face whipped into the single sliver of light, cast from between the blinds. Dark, long black hair cascaded down a red trench coat. Glowing yellow eyes looked at me. “Hello, Bree,” the beautiful vixen spoke. “Come sit at my knee.” Just as a scared person would do, I gave her what she wanted. I let the thought cross my mind of whether to scream, run or go for my phone. Just as I expected, she read my thoughts. “You don’t want to do that.. Desperate, he looked over his shoulder, at the notebook sitting on the table.Guilt overwhelmed him. Unless he wanted to go to jail for the rest of his life, Kevin couldn’t return Jackie to her family. After all, the cops would probably guess that she’d been here—a dead jock in the middle of an intersection, and a burning motel, all in the same night?—so to give up Jackie would be to incriminate himself for two counts of cold-blooded murder.Therefore, the only record he would ever have of what.