Carlyle,” Mrs. Hunter said, trying to suppress her obvious excitement. Sherrie was already up and crossing the floor. “Thank you,” she said, tak...ing the phone. “Hello….Yes it is….Oh, hello Sheriff Jackson. Thank you for calling so quickly. Let me explain why I called. My friend and I were stopped along the side of the road about three or four miles north of Clearview on, well, whatever road that is that goes straight north out of Clearview….Yeah, that sounds right….Anyway, we stopped at the top. "Leave before my... , my husband comes back," she cried."We both watched your boyfriend drive away you lying bitch. He ain't coming back til tomorrow is he?"He pulled her into the bedroom by her hair and she screamed. "Ouch, you're hurting me." She put her hands on his to try to lessen the pain, but then he threw her on the bed. She didn't have time to react before she felt his crushing weight on top of her. The metal zipper on his jacket was poking her and it hurt too.She screamed and he put. “As long as we get to do some other stuff,” I complained.It was interesting to see Fritz work with Cassidy. He showed her how he handled me getting in and out of cars, walking through crowds and various scenarios. Brook disappeared after about half an hour. I guess she was as bored as I was.Fritz invited Paul to act as the bad guy. Cassidy shot Paul in the nuts, three times in a row. “Why did you shoot him there?” Fritz asked.“If he’s wearing a vest, it wouldn’t do him any good,” Cassidy. But what if—oh horror of horrors—he regrets having slept with me? What if he wants no part of me? What if I walk into the office and he ignores me or treats me with cold indifference? Oh, God, I can’t believe what I’ve done. He’s going to ignore me—I just know it! In fact, I’m sure he’ll act as though nothing’s happened between us, that I am simply his assistant, which, unfortunately, is true. I wish I hadn’t slept with him. I am a weak woman. I am a weak, meek and pathetically horny woman who.