." I committed to Kahoku last spring. He was reluctant to accept my commitment, saying that you owned his heart and he didn't want to hurt me... I man...ged to pet his feet anyway... But I knew I was in great danger of losing him..." Go on..." On our way back from the canyon, in the summer... I looked at his eyes... How he watched both you and me... I saw that he loved me... and that he adored you..." Go on..." When we got back to the village, I made up dummy emails, emails that appeared to come. The taxi driver looks at me as if I am mad, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. I collect myself – how can a woman have such an effect on me, I am usually in control of my actions. I stand and close the door, and don’t go back inside until the taxi is out of sight.There is another woman staying at the hotel that caught my eye before the English girl arrived, and I go to the dining room where she is still lingering over her coffee. I sit to make conversation, but something is different. She. It looks like they had to manage their time together carefully. She worked at home when her husband was back in the country; things like that. No suspicions amongst close friends of serious domestic unhappiness. Absolutely no suspicion of physical or psychological domestic violence: no tearful episodes at the office, no occasions when Mrs McEwan came to work with injuries caused by 'walking into doors' or other such nonsense." Tell us about her job?" Grantby asks."Mrs McEwan was working towards. He found me wetter than I had expected. He finger fucked me as the candle flickered.He tilted the candle and I held my breath. The wax dripped and splattered onto my soft flesh. It stung to the point that my eyes watered. Yet mixed with the pleasure his fingers created, it made something that I wanted more of.He didn’t have to ask me if I wanted more. He read my reaction and tilted the candle again.This time he poured the hot liquid across my waist. Far more wax than the first time. It burned.