“Where have you been?” she said with a devilish smile. “I went and took a shower.. Why weren’t you having fun with Mister tall, dark, and han...some?” I said with a wink. “Yea, yea. Mister tall, dark, and handsome was also mister tiny.” She said with a mean laugh, making fun of his size. “Well it sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” I stuck my tongue out at her playfully, hoping she would say 'no but I would if I had you.' “Nahhh. It was fake. Haven’t you ever faked one before?” She. The next three hours were the longest of my life, my emotions were in a turmoil, had they even gone for a meal?, or were they in bed at that moment?I cursed myself for not knowing where they’d gone, but what was the point in knowing that? If their meeting was as crucial as he’d said, I could hardly phone and interrupt it.Did he know she was naked under her dress? Was he fingering her now? I was driving myself mad so I did what any normal man would do, I went to the pub.They were already home. The distance to shore was too great to have caused as much damage to the victim's head. The coroners' report indicated as much." Did you notice the angle the bullet entered and exited the head?" No," Dean replied."The bullet entered the rear of the head at the base of the brain and then exited upwards out the front of the skull at an upward angle," explained Percy.Dean though about it a few minutes and then commented, "A bullet fired from shore would have had at best a flat trajectory if not. She started fanning herself with the magazine, a little shiny sweat popping out on her forehead.I went and turned the air conditioner on. Then I sat down beside her. I told her to relax, and put my arm around her, with my hand resting on her shoulder.She said her skin was dry and needed some lotion. I looked in my bathroom and found some. When I came back she was lying on my bed with her shirt off, her back to me. I started putting the lotion on her back, running my hand up and down the bumps.