This isn't madness, it's rageness. He's raging against women. Against my body. It's not me he wants. He wants my shape, my form. The way...I appear. He wants my countenance but not my content. He wants. He wants. He's diabolical that way. He knows just how to twist the knife that little bit extra to make it just enough more worse. Yes, he must have had practice. Lots of practice. Why does my mind keep coming back to this? And all. “He’ll be home for dinner.” “It’s cool, let’s just head on home then.” Ben said, still admiring his aunt’s body. They walked through the terminal, stopping by the baggage claim to pick up Ben’s suitcase and headed to the parking lot. He found his aunt’s Lexus and he put his bag in the back seat and got in the car. His aunt got in the driver’s seat and headed towards the house. “It’s great to have you here Ben.” Betty said. I know you and I are going to have a great time together. A sly smile. ‘I called you darling, you didn’t react to that.’ I shrugged my shoulders as well as you can when driving. ‘I called you my sweet Ally, last night.’ ‘I know. A girl remembers things like that and it thrilled me. Is it alright if I call you darling?’ ‘No problem.’ ‘Good. I have wanted to call you that for a long time, you don’t know how often it almost slipped out.’ ‘Well it bloody well almost slipped in last night. More than once I almost got up and came to your room.’ ‘No, no, Jack. Remember. He was sitting at the very end of the bar farthest away from the door. I walked over to him. ‘I guess I wasn’t the only one who was eager to get here,’ he said with his trademark grin on his face. ‘I thought I might hit traffic,’ I said. ‘Yeah right, you just couldn’t wait to see your old pal, Roberto.’ ‘Okay maybe you are a little right. It has been way too long.’ ‘That’s for sure. Why haven’t you called?’ ‘I could ask you the same thing. If I remember our last conversation correctly, you.