" I think about that day you came to my house and we ran in the woods until we came to a big rock. Do you remember? It's in the sun, flat and warm." I...t's also hard," I said."You know what I always say?" Yes, but tell me anyway," and then I joined her. "It's got to be hard to be good."We laughed and I was beginning to relax, until I looked at the bicycle bell above the door and saw that the dowel was missing. "Shit! He's gone too far this time." What's wrong, honey?" I'm backed up, half the way. I because more and more convinced that she wasn’t just a kinky wife who sometimes let her hubby paint her picture. If it weren’t for the paintings I would have assumed she was a paid performer. But the paintings were done in different years.The image search went well. But on a hunch, I also did a regular web search and looked through the hits. Like most such searches, most sites were just gibberish of no value. But way back on the fifteenth page I found a useful looking link. So I clicked it.. I knew some of these guys and I guess I was a little shocked to see them in this hall of shame. There was enough guilt to go around for any of them to have taken down Raymond before he could inform on them and I was beginning to think the assault on the police headquarters was payback for the investigation.It was easy to deduce that someone in Internal Affairs was unhappy with how the details were being shoved under the carpet and had sent them to me knowing I would have no problem with passing. He was amazed how long they seemed to go on. He need not have tested the waters to know his little girl was coming."Oh Daddy, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh... !" She could have been on the first hill of a roller coaster. She was holding on to his arm in a death grip as the coaster increased speed down the incline sending ever more thrills up through her body. The sensation almost overtook her again, but she held on to record it all. Hannah was hooked.She may not have passed out like before, but she.