My appetite for having sex with you is bottomless. Same for you. We want each other constantly. And we have each other as often as we can. Oh, so now ...I'm lying here thinking about fucking you. I'm thinking about how it feels when it's your touch on my nipples. When it's your touch between my legs. On my legs. I think about this morning, about how you woke me up. I think about riding you. I think about you being inside of me. But now I'm alone. I lie still, fantasizing and remembering. The ice. Finished with the external checklist I climbed in expecting ... not what I found. Amy, Hilda and Bethanne were seated ... but laughing like crazy.“Where is everybody else?” and that set the girls off again.Amy finally got it together enough to say, “As fast as they were running, I’d say half way to Sheridan.”And ANOTHER round of laughter.Hilda said, “Karen. You scared the piss out of ‘em.”A picture of innocence, I said, “Who ... Me?”A burst of laughter.“Karen, you know you didn’t want them. You. The official analysis began with the footage from Constance Grayson’s interview with Wexler. Or, what was intended to be an interview. I’ve watched it a dozen times. More.Constance entered the secure interrogation room, stopped short. “Where’s Wexler?”An off-camera voice, intercom, “He got sick on the way up here, threw up in the corridor, Ms. Grayson.”She turned to leave, saying, “Call me when he’s ready.” Just then, two guards, hands on Wexler’s arms, came in through the rear door that leads. Not like she hasn't known from the moment he walked through her door that this was where things were heading. Still, she nods and locks up.He takes her hand, smiling as he leads her to the room he knows is hers and making her gasp as his fingers slip into her hair and tilt her mouth up to his in the moonlit hallway. "Do you trust me?"Do you trust me? That was laughable. Did she trust that he was a good hunter - perhaps even the best? - yes. Without question. Did she trust him not to break her.