Mark was quiet, very quiet as he squeezed my hand but at least he was still with it. Alex moved up close behind us and gave me a sly pat on the bottom...as we neared the lift. I felt good; felt sexy; felt very horny and felt excitedly filthy. Why shouldn’t I? I was holding my husband’s hand and my lover was patting my bottom. What more could a girl wish for? I knew that the hardest part was still to come. We may have overcome the first stage with Mark but we still had to get into bed. Alex and I. What I found really sexy about this woman was that she was not even really moving the top part of her body. She was resting firmly her elbows firmly on the barrier, but was steadily bent over and actually just moving her ass to the African beat from the band. I was moving my dick between her ass cheeks in opposite directions to her movements to cause some friction and one point, it looked like she was almost twerking or something! Or at least movements that looked very much like that anyway.I. I could see my claws were out and I had ripped the sheets and my own hands up with the same claws as they stabbed into the mattress, clawing my own nightmares. I felt him sigh and get out of bed to fetch a damp facecloth from the ensuite bathroom attached to this room. He crouched naked in front of me and began to firmly coax my fingers to release my stranglehold of the sheets. He used the cloth to clean up my own blood and self inflicted cuts, cuts that were already healing as he cleaned. .. except his skin cells under the dead woman's fingernails. That was the wooden stake that could be driven through his heart.Denny said he'd take care of the arrest warrant, and let me know when Wally could be interrogated. He asked if it could be expedited. This case had no bearing on the trial in question, and could be pursued independently from the appeals process. If the prosecution could be put together quickly, it might be finished before the appeal was. If he was found guilty of Karla's.