"Meaning you're too thick to work it out yourself, I suppose, you half-wit. Well, I don't make a habit of helping low-class idiots like you with their...sums, but I'm in a good mood today, luckily for you! You get twenty, but as you're a bulk buyer, so to speak, you get a bonus of five. Listen very carefully you turnip brained lump of lard, twenty plus five equals twen-ty fi-ve - got that, bird brain? Twenty five. I'll count them out as you deliver them to me, since you almost certainly can't. Maybe.I shivered and got up. A hot shower, another coffee. There was still plenty of time left until he would come.The warm water felt hot on my chilled body. I waited until it felt comfortable and stepped under the shower. Shaving came first. Carefully I removed the stubble, felt with my hand if I had missed any. Sliding my hand over my wet, crotch I found a spot I had missed, one quick swipe with the razor. That felt better. Using the luxury soap to lather my body I closed my eyes and raised. Hot, saline, water pours from my welling eyes and falls in little droplets to the carpet. The trickle becomes a flood, and before I know it, I’m reeling forward in the throes of sorrow, and spilling eighteen years of regret onto the floor. I feel a pair of soft, comforting, hands delicately touch my shoulders, and the heat of someone’s body embracing me affectionately from behind. “Let it out, Sierra,” Eleanor whispers in my ear, “you’ve been holding in the poison for too long.” “I knew I. Don’t give him any reason to get angry or suspect anything. Promise me, Leigh.’ His voice carried a hint of fear. If anything happened to her, Damien knew he wouldn’t be able to control his actions. ‘I promise.’ She said, burying her face in his neck, trying desperately to hide her own apprehension. Damien pulled back enough to cup her face with both hands. He looked deeply into her eyes for a brief moment, not caring if anyone was watching them, and kissed her hard. They were lost in the.