Only a few minutes later the door swings open and a skinny woman withchestnut hair stumbles out. She's dressed in denim cutoffs and a thin bluebikini ...top that does very little to cover her enormous breasts. She takesa few hesitant steps and then pauses next to the curtains that coverHammersmith's art piece when he doesn't want it displayed, smilingvacantly."Oh boy," I sigh, "he sure did a number on you."She giggles and poses, rolling her hips from side to side and making hertits sway.I wait for. From the looks of things, it was going to take me at least a couple of years to deal adequately with each man or woman on the list. Yes, there was one woman supplier in Texas and two women customers in Mexico. I was so pissed off that I was tempted to go after them three first!When I left Lopez, I did take a little pity on him and cut his belly open with my Bowie knife. I figured that it would take him up to six hours to die from a cut like that. Considering what he had done to at least two. After some time, she eventually invited Dan and his best friend to the condo when her grandmother was away. They would have drinks and talk and shoot he shit as young people do until the early hours. On one such occasion, they were sitting around the pool on a hot humid night when Dan decided to go swimming. He didn't have trunks so he told her he was going skinny dipping. She turned her eyes while he stripped and jumped in. After some cajoling and ribbing she stripped to her undies and bra and. It was the way his hair fell on my face. The shape of his jaw. The feel of his chest against my own. He was a heart beat and blood flow. It was the way his clothes always smelled of grass. And the last puff of a cigarette on his breath. And he knew my body before he knew me. And he knew exactly what I needed.On my back the stars witnessed the man I hardly know. How he unbuttoned me. Not just my shirt, or my pants, or my undergarments. He opened pieces of my soul. And every time his fingers.