"You mean you haven't...?" I said shocked. "No, I didn't say that. I just haven't with him. Alan, I am a very passionate woman and I have certain need...s that have to be fulfilled. Unfortunately my husband doesn't understand or appreciate that fact. So I have had to look elsewhere for my fulfillment," she said. "Well, Claudia, I am so sorry to hear this... but what does it have to do with me?" I asked. "Alan, I'm not going to lie to you. I find you extremely attractive - I have since we first. ” He stared at me, “No scars at all. What I need is one good night and I’ll be fine.” I felt that one in the pit of my stomach, or lower maybe. “Well, looks like you’re having a good night to me?” It felt like he was looking into my soul, “We’ll see as the night progresses.” Somehow it was suddenly after midnight and the band was now doing mostly slow tunes. But the bar had cleared out by now. I guess everyone made contact with each other or whatever. I’d been asked to dance many time during. He stuck his fingers in her asshole and straightened her legs by pulling up. When she started to straighten her whole body he stopped her and pushed her head down into the sheets so her ass was up in the air, facing the door."What are you, Vanessa?" He grinned; Ayla's mother couldn't see that his eyes were aimed at the keyhole behind which kneeled her enthralled daughter."A whore, sir." She said emphatically."And what are whores good for?" Fucking, sir." And do whores get turned on watching. I saw a few people off in the distance running for various apartments, but no one was looking this way.Dalton was breathing. I heard her moan softly and say, “What the hell...?”“You’ve been shot,” I said. “Tell me you’re wearing a vest.”“Yeah,” she moaned.“Okay, don’t move. I’ll get you after I set up a shield.”“No,” she said. “He’ll see you.”“He? Where?”“My left. At the corner of the apartment.”“Okay, I’m going to pull you in.”“I said, he’ll see you.”“No he won’t.” I said and thought of the TK.