"You never know what a mage can throw at you. Every one seems to havetheir own tricks, and no two is quite the same." That reminds me," I mused. "I s...hould probably have a word with theCurse Master. That bastard sold me out to Rumpelstilstkin." I'm not surprised," Roger said. "He has a reputation of not beingvery trustworthy...even among the other villains." But I have to admit," I responded with a grin and a chuckle. "Iactually had a lot of fun busting up those golems... For once, Iwasn't. As we walk up to another round of bouncers, the one we already dealt with yells up to them to let us through. This bouncer, a freaking giant of a man unhooks the rope and we are now in the club. We started walking along the edge of the club, and took in the sights a bit. Its set up as a big walkway that surrounds the whole floor. There are a couple stages, tons of tables, booths, love-seats, single cushioned chairs, and tons of gorgeous women. The main floor was indeed crowded, but there. He eased her body to the floor, removed his hands from around her neck, made sure she was breathing, and walked out the door. He asked the neighbor if she would stay with his wife until her son and/or her daughter arrived. She was their problem now. And that was the last time she saw him…. Until today. * * * * * She first noticed the dark colored Pontiac parked at the mouth of the cal-de-sac, while she was looking for her shoes. The next time she saw it, she had her car keys, ready to leave. Don't worry, I'll be freshly fucked for you when you get in, maybe just by minutes."I heard that and sat straight up in bed. F.F. that means FRESHLY FUCKED? No way. No fucking way. John wouldn't mean that. F.F. had to mean feeling fine, not freshly fucked.I pulled open the nightstand drawer where I kept John's letters to me, I began opening them and reading. It was the fifth letter where he began putting that in the Postscript. I also caught something else; he kept telling me to go out and have.