The LEDs lit up and the screen flickered. I was surprised there was power. It was an old machine and it booted up asthmatically. After a minute it man...ged its task and gave a reassuring chime to alert me of its success. I went to the Internet, curious what his history files would say. I skipped over some of the more private areas of his history, and was buoyed by at last encountering some normality. I delved further and found what must have been the start of his obsession in his book-marked. "Please, Sweetheart. Fuck me the right way. I won't fuck anybody, ever again, that you don't tell me to. They made love three times before he took her to Barbara's apartment.Billy went back down stairs leaving them unaware that he had been there. He checked the food and went in the living room. He would wait a few minutes before he went back upstairs.He watched the TV for a little, catching a weather forecast. Sunny and mild for the next week, they said. That was good. They could get everything. Before I was finished with it, Sharon came down the stairs, dressed in one of her ‘fuck me’ outfits. She had on smoky black stockings with black high heeled sandals. Her flimsy flowing skirt came down almost to her knees, and she had on a little black choker which looked charming against the creamy white skin of her neck. She’d obviously had lots of practice at wearing high heels, because she didn’t wobble on them at all as she bounced down the stairs. Even though I knew she wasn’t dressed up. She understood completely what was going to happen next, and wanted it just as much as he did. As he leaned over her, him sitting on his knees, on the bed, she felt one of his hands twined itself in her copper mane, and the other cup her face. And all too soon he had, reluctantly, broken the kiss. “What in the bloody hell was that?!” he exclaimed, looking down at her with wide, regretful, eyes. She sat up, a guilty expression consuming her features. “I’m sorry…when you said you were going over.