She rose from the chaise, adjusted her clothing, and sprayed a little of her Chanel No. 5 into the air, hoping to camouflage the lingering scent of se...x. Then, she opened the door, pretending to be half asleep.It was London."Are you okay? I thought I heard someone crying," he lied.London, more than anyone else, knew the telltale sounds of passion – and the scent of it. The smell in the room confirmed his suspicions. He had long been attracted to Sabrina, but knew she was married. He was not one. I had been moving and shifting slabs of cement, shoveling and covering, digging out and planting until my muscles ached. This was not the kind of work that I was used to doing.After I crawled over the tumbled and sprawling slabs one last time I got back to the warehouse. Now that it was too dark to work outside we set about making the inside livable. By this time I didn't care, I just took my mattress and covers and moved into a quiet corner and went to sleep.It seemed like ten minutes later. I looked at him and his eyes and realized he was looking at me with those deep blue eyes of his. There was no longer any trace of "madness" in them, I saw nothing but intelligence."Adam, I just want to say thank you, thank you so much. If you hadn't shown up I don't know what would have happened. You... you saved us and if there's anything I could do for you, let me know."I thought about how that sounded and being in the car with a guy scantily dressed as I was, it would be an instant. As he pushed in I yelped out in pain, and as I did other cons started cheering him on, this seemed to fire him up more and he told me to shut the fuck up or else, I had to bite my lip as it felt like he was ripping me open. I can’t really explain what was going through my mind or what I felt as I was in to much pain, his onslaught was relentless, he was going to fuck me no matter what anyway. He had a firm grip on my hips and was now building a rhythm, I.