He reached out and grabbeda handful of her hair and yanked her off the bed onto the floor. He drug her,half crawling to him and pressed her face again...st his erection in his pants. ?Take it out for me, bitch!? Cindy reached up and fumbled with his zipper and the button holding his pantsclosed. She hurried to do it too because she didn't doubt he'd hurt her badlyif she didn't. She managed to get his hard-on out, it was bigger than Jason's,long and thick, and he pressed the tip to her lips.. "His voice was a cold droning between her ears, a probing of herpatience. She tightened her smile, ran one hand through her greyinghair.He watched the rain decorate the glass wall behind her, shining fromthe lights of the skyline beyond. Stomach cold and tight withanticipation, he steeled his singing nerves and continued with hisspeech as he had so many times before."A predator is built to recognize weakness. It's their design. Theirnature. We tell ourselves that we're moral creatures--more. How I had gotten so lucky as to get her to marry me was a mystery. Sure, I guess some considered me attractive. I was moderately in shape and, though I didn't have a lot of money, I had no problem with anything Brooke wanted us to do.For example, just the day before, we had gone to dinner and a play. The stupid play was so fucking boring, but I didn't give a shit. Brooke looked beautiful in her red dress, which had cost us half our monthly income to purchase. It was worth every damn penny.In. How was I going to explain my lips to Molly and the othersI worked with. There was simply no hiding them. As I lay there my phonevibrated with a text message. It was from Mrs Harris. I opened themessage which simply read "Do you know what day it is today, Janice?"which I found a strange question."Yes, Wednesday" I replied.My phone then rang, Mrs Harris' number showing on the screen, and Ianswered."Good morning Janice, yes, you are quite right, it is Wednesday. But Iwas on twitter earlier and I.