There were a few stores open and he ducked into one to grab a soda. Eventually, he settled onto a bench that faced the ocean and relaxed, letting the ...sun sink into his body. It was amazing, he thought, how a small thing like this could make him feel so good.His mind drifted as a light breeze blew over him. He thought about what he'd done with his life since... well, he didn't want to think about that incident. He realized though, that he hadn't even been on a bicycle in years. Why had he given. “Are we still going to have sex?” I trembled.“Not tonight, you won’t like it at all. It will hurt too much. Let’s just fall asleep for now. But we will have sex. I promise you that.”I smiled faintly to that. My entire body was shaking. Between the pain and fear, I didn’t have room for the embarrassment I had just thrown myself into. I was sore as hell. The stinging pain from my open wound was dying down. But the burning was still there to accompany the soreness. Blatantly enough after what my. "No, I'm sorry. I don't remember anything." She laughed. "Well that's a shame. Because I remember it all. You were quite the animal. You must have really been working something out because it was the roughest sex I'd ever had." Shame flooded me. What had I done? Flashes of me tearing off a cheap, drooping-neckline shirt and grasping at her giant breasts raced through my mind. Next an image of me pushing her down onto the bed and holding her hands above her head as I pounded her.She saw the. He was affiliated with organized crime, but too well connected to be arrested by the police. People that were set to testify against him had a habit of vanishing. In short, he's a bad man. And, unfortunately for me, a creative pervert.I didn't know that the museum was one of many legitimate fronts for his dirty dealings. Who ever heard of a mobster owning a museum!? But he did, and the jewel I stole was his. I said everyone in my line of work knew Belli's name. As it turned out, Belli knew me.