CHAPTER ONE
Jenny Flores lay on the table, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. What the man was doing to her was obscene. Yet, for some unknown reason, she couldn’t find the courage to make him stop.
“Kiss me,” a pleasant, deep voice said.
A hand slipped beneath Jenny’s back and lifted her torso up. She raised her face, and warm lips smothered hers. “And where are you now?” a different voice asked; it was louder, less distant.
Her breathing became erratic.
“I’m having sex with Phil. He’s a wonderful lover. We make love two or three times a week … ”
“And where are you now?” asked the voice.
“I’m in the park with Phil and the kids. It’s Sunday. We always picnic in the park on Sundays. The weather is picture-perfect, and the kids are playing with our dog, Scruggs.”
“Kiss me,” the pleasant voice interrupted again.
Jenny fell back, staring up at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. What the man was doing to her was obscene. Yet, for some unknown reason, she couldn’t find the courage to make him stop.
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