She recalled promising Elisa she would help her out. Poor Elisa…Even now, Brooke couldn’t bring herself to blame her. How could she have known, af...ter all? The concert, then that Horne bastard tampering with her tea. She could also remember the week leading to that fateful day, but past that…nothing came. Mere flashes, stills from long hours she spent on Photoshop, naked in her studio. But nothing significant…Not even what she ate or listened to. Worse, trying to recall further memories was. It's a parent thing." I understand better than you think," he replied with odd inflection. Ithought it best to sidle past the embarrassing moments I'd brought about bygetting to the point. "Tell me that you weren't involved in the Lingaardshooting and I'll believe you." Do I have to tell you?" he asked, his eyes locked on mine."I don't know. You've always been a pretty wild guy. You did kill me for hireonce." Don't remind me!" I'm sorry if I hit a sore point, but I was the one cut down in my. I place the key on the table where I leave my purse and the instructions next to it and have to stop myself from rubbing between my legs there and then. I have to remember to do as I'm told. As I step into a tepid shower to cool me down my mind is racing, going over what kinds of things could happen. Perhaps his slut was naughty again and this is some kind of punishment or maybe he just wants me. I get out from the shower and dry my curvy body and at the same time checking that I'm smooth all. Hell I even fantasize about you when I'm fucking other women," he went on, "You are my sexiest fantasy woman and you always will be. You are also my mother and you always will be. I love you and I want you but I am not in love with you mom. I can love you, and we can have sex, and I can still find a woman to fall in love with."Baby you're talking crazy," Caroline couldn't believe her ears, "You felt so good inside me but we can't be having sex with each other." Caroline was getting wet again,.