He replayed every moment he spent in Christine's presence, from his first glimpse of her shadowed form exiting her quarters to the sight of her curren...tly scarlet cheeks and impassive eyes. He searched through the memories, freezing a look, an expression, a touch, but nowhere could he find one that provided him with evidence of her fear or loathing. Indeed, the closer Erik examined his brief acquaintance with Christine, the more confused he became."She shows absolutely no signs of fear or. I make a bit of noise. But, well, we can keep it quiet."I laughed, and said, "Well, I make noise too. But sure." She looked, and said, "Bathroom?" to which I shook my head. I said, "No. Because if we're in there, with the door closed, and we won't hear anything?" She nodded and said, "Yeah."I finally looked at her, and looked across the living room, and said, "Well, we'd hear something if, you know, someone was out of the room and coming down." She nodded again. And goddamn if she didn't just. ’ ‘I want it now, Martin … can you put that big thing of yours inside me?’ Deborah told both men as she managed to get the belt buckle undone, then pulled the snap on the waist of his trousers and they fell down his legs. Through the phone, John could hear Martin’s voice for the first time. ‘I want you in bed, Deb. Let’s go upstairs.’ ‘No!’ screamed John frantically in Deborah’s ear. ‘Stay on the line, darling.’ ‘Ummmmm, I will.’ She answered her husband before telling her lover, ‘No Martin, do. “Aah!” Anita moaned as he did it. He started ramming her in and out, fast.“Oh yeah, today, you’re gonna get it,” Banduka said, ramming Anita again and again. Her fingernails were digging hard into her mattress, as she moaned every time he went in.After a while, he stopped, just to hold her hair in his right fist, pull her back hard enough to make her scream. And started ramming her even harder than before. He was pulling her hair back so hard that she had been bent like an arc. She looked like.