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To Catch a Monster   Part 8



The apartment was small, a bedroom and a living area, that was it.  In the
bedroom was the frame for what looked like almost a king sized bed, but
otherwise there was nothing in the apartment. One wall of the living area
was occupied by a large fireplace.
The apartment smelled musty.
Rhianna stood in the doorway with Elizabeth. They both carried wooden
buckets filled with soapy water and other cleaning supplies.
"I know it hasn't been used in a while," Elizabeth told her, "but once you
get it clean it will be fine."
"And I have to do this by myself?" Rhianna asked.
"Yes, this part anyway.  I'll sit with you a little while until Estelle gets
here, then she'll guide you through the rest."
"What about furniture and stuff?"  Rhianna asked.
"Estelle will explain all that.  Now you remember that you aren't allowed to
leave here except to use the bathroom!"
"I remember."
"Good, Ah! Here's Estelle."
A women Rhianna remembered from her first night here appeared in the
doorway.  "Hi!"
"Hello Estelle. She's all yours!"
"Thanks Beth."
Elizabeth smiled and left the younger women alone.
"Hi!" said Estelle. "I'm happy to finally meet you. I haven't talked to
anyone from the outside since I got here!"
"I guess it can get pretty lonely, huh?"
"Oh no! I just feel a bit out of touch!" Estelle laughed. "I guess you're
wondering why I'm here?"
"I was wondering, yes." smiled Rhianna.
"Well, traditionally the last bride takes the next through the preparations
for the ceremony, and if the new bride is an outsider, then it is the last
outsider bride who gets the duty, and that's me!"
"Well I'm happy to have you here!"  Rhianna said honestly.
"I know!  I was pretty confused myself when I first came.  Frank had to help
me through a lot! It's a lot different than the real world!"
Rhianna laughed, thinking about some of her OTHER special assignments. "Oh
yeah, but not as different as you think!"
Estelle laughed knowingly. "I'm originally from Jersey, and this ain't
Jersey!"
"Oh really?  I work in New York now!"
"Oh, that's right. You guys aren't staying are you."
"No, we cant right now." Rhianna told her.
"But maybe later?  I tell you, when you finally make that decision it
becomes a lot easier!"
"I'll think about it." smiled Rhianna.
Estelle laughed.  "I hope so. For a while it was touch and go with me, but
now I wouldn't want to be anyplace else.
You had better get cracking on this cleaning though. My advice is to do the
walls first and then the floor."
"Care to join in?" Rhianna asked, not exactly thrilled at tackling this
place by herself.
"Are you crazy?" laughed Estelle.
With a sigh Rhianna shrugged out of her dress and got down to some serious
cleaning.  Estelle took the dress and hung it up in the single closet in the
bedroom.
While Rhianna cleaned Estelle asked her about how the outside world had been
going the over past year, especially about things that happened where they
were both from.
Rhianna told her what she could and then began to ask about the community.
She learned about how the children were schooled in the most of the things
that kids in her world were schooled in. There was obviously a lack of
sciences taught, although basics were covered pretty well, but everything
else including modern history was dealt with pretty thoroughly.  Rhianna had
expected the children to either not be told much about the outside world or
told about how bad it was. Instead they were given a very balanced view of
the world and how everything off the mountain was just "Another Place".
Rhianna liked that.
Estelle knew so much about it because that was her job here, she taught
history and social studies at the school.
"These kids are wonderful, a whole lot better than the kids I taught in
Jersey.  Bright, well behaved, and there aren't the social clicks that you
see nowadays everywhere.  I love them all!"  Estelle said enthusiastically.
"Is there anything you miss from teaching off the mountain?" Rhianna asked.
"Movies.  I'd like to be able to show these kids period style movies to go
with their lessons, but no go there!"
There was a knock at the door and Estelle opened it.
Rhianna looked around for her dress, suddenly aware of her nudity. It took a
second for her to remember it didn't matter. She still held an arm somewhat
loosely across her chest though.
Into the apartment came two men, they carried between them a rolled up
mattress which they deposited on the bed frame.
"Hi, Rhianna." they said. They introduced themselves and she shook their
hands.  "The mattress is yours, and congratulations!" they said, and they
left.
Estelle closed the door behind them and smiled. "Interesting isn't it?" she
asked.
"What, that someone would deliver a mattress?"
"Oh, you don't know!  Those two guys made that mattress for you personally.
It's their wedding gift.  It's another tradition you see!  You're going to
get a lot of visitors as the day goes on, and all of them will bring
something for your home. By the time the day is done you should have a fully
furnished home here!"
Rhianna was touched.  These people really DID take marriage seriously.
"That's incredible. How can I ever thank them all?"
"Just do the same for anyone else who marries.  In the end you will give as
much as you receive."
Estelle was right, as the day wore on more and more people dropped by to
wish Rhianna their best, and to give her something she might need.  She
managed to get her cleaning done just in time to direct the placement of
furniture. She got sheets and blankets for the bed, pillows and a single
chair for the living area, artwork for her walls and other items that slowly
turned the apartment into a home.
Rhianna was touched by each gift and was half in tears by lunch time.
Lilly showed up then with two plates of food for Rhianna and Estelle.  She
also had something else.
"I brought your pack." Lilly told her once Estelle took the opportunity to
use the bathroom.   "I thought you could use it."
"Thanks, Lilly."
Lilly handed it over.  "It's awfully heavy for just a phone." said the
teenager, looking Rhianna straight in the eye.
"You didn't check to see why did you?" Rhianna asked her.
"No, I didn't."  Lilly said slowly, but Rhianna suspected the girl had
guessed what was in her pack.
"Thank you."
"So, are you going to go through with it?" Lilly asked her, looking around
at all that the community had brought.
Rhianna sighed. "Will you be mad if I said I was?"
"No. Even if you won't admit it to yourself, I think you're doing this for
the right reason."  Lilly replied.
Estelle came back and nothing more was said.  Rhianna hid her pack at the
bottom of the closet.
The parade continued and in between visitors Estelle coached Rhianna on the
ceremony and made sure she knew what she had to do.  Rhianna wasn't thrilled
by the whole thing, but learned her role and decided to see it through.
The parade of visitors finally stopped and Elizabeth and Leann showed up
with another bucket of water.
"Hot water, get out of those clothes and wash yourself down." ordered Leann.
"Estelle, you go out and guard the door, Rhianna's in seclusion now until
the ceremony. Only let Gabe in when he comes."
"Yes, Maam."  Estelle said to the old woman, and she slipped out the door.
Rhianna had put her dress back on once she had gotten done cleaning. She
pulled it off again and stood in her loin cloth next to the bucket and began
washing herself with a washrag.
"I said everything, child." said Leann, sitting down carefully in the chair.
"Yes, Maam." Rhianna said, and caught a smile from Elizabeth.  Rhianna
removed the loin cloth and the rope she had worn around her waist since she
left town and stood as naked as a newborn. As she washed under the watchful
eye of Leann she almost didn't notice Elizabeth leave with all her clothes.
"Hey!  Wont I need those later?"  Rhianna asked.
"Your husband will provide." Leann said to her.
Not if I know Matthew Anderson, thought the Agent.
Rhianna finished washing herself and dried herself with a towel. Then she
was quizzed by Leann on the ceremony.
Rhianna did quiet well and that pleased the old woman.
Elizabeth came back with a bottle in her hand.
"Oil, just take some and rub it in." she said.
Rhianna rubbed the oil in all over. It was more of a scented lotion than
oil, but it did make her bare skin glisten somewhat. It looked and felt
good.
She wished she had some makeup to put on, but that was something not allowed
in the compound.
There was a knock at the door and Gabe entered carrying a big fur cloak.
"Almost ready?" he asked.
Rhianna was very self-conscious now, the only naked person in the room. She
calmed herself with the thought that this was nothing yet!
"Almost Gabe." Leann said, getting out of the chair.
Gabe came over to Rhianna, a big smile on his face.
"You look wonderful, young lady. If only I was fifty years younger!"  he
joked.
Rhianna smiled and blushed, not knowing where to place her hands.
Gabe laughed and lifted up the cloak. He passed it over her shoulders and
allowed her to close it in front of her.  At least she was covered again,
she thought.
Leann walked up to her.
"Nervous?"  Rhianna was asked.
"Very."  the Agent replied.
"Good. Here, put this on."  Leann smiled and handed over a small open vial.
Rhianna took it and sniffed it. "What is it?"
"Something for your wedding night, dear.  You put a dab on your nipples and
that spot between your legs that men love so much.  Go on!"
Not sure about this, Rhianna dabbed the open vial against her nipples under
the cloak, then figured what the hell and did the same to her labia, running
the vial up to her clitoris.
She handed the vial back.
"Very good.  Now we're ready. Let's go."
Leann led the group out of the apartment and along to the Great Hall. There
they found seats in the back, far away from the stage where the wedding was
to take place.
Rhianna felt nervous sitting there in just a cloak, for it looked like the
entire community had got there before them.
She absentmindedly scratched a nipple.
She looked around, but couldn't see Matthew anywhere.
"What the hell am I doing?" she whispered to herself.
Gabe looked over at her. "You okay?" he asked.
Rhianna nodded, her lips tight.
There was a horn, a long drawn out sound.  Paul stood on the stage.
The congregation quieted down.
"Friends. I have one announcement to make before supper!" called out Paul in
his loud clear voice.
"Well hurry up, I'm hungry!" shouted someone from the crowd and everyone
started laughing, Rhianna included. She was glad for it, she needed the
tension breaker.
Paul made a show of looking about the room.  "I'll tell you something Johan,
I'd let you go eat now but then there wouldn't be anything left for the rest
of us!"
The crowd laughed again.
"Oh alright, I'll wait!" shouted Johan.
"Thank you.  My announcement tonight is that my brother Matthew wants to get
married this evening before we eat. Any objections?..not you Johan!"
Rhianna smiled at the crowd reaction.
"Very well, in that case I'll turn you over to Father Logan."
Paul got off the stage and a tall man got up and took the stage.  "Greetings
all." he said loud enough to be heard.
The crowd murmured greetings back to him.
"Matthew Anderson, please stand up!"
Rhianna took a breath, it was now beginning.  She realized she was feeling
like this ceremony actually meant something to her.  She kept repeating in
her head that it was only a cover. She scratched her nipple again, her
nerves were making her itch.
Matthew stood up. He was dressed in a new set of leathers that shone like
they had been polished, a large black fur cloak hung from his shoulders.
Rhianna grunted. At least HE got to wear something special for the wedding.
"I am here!" Matthew called out.
"We are gathered here in this place and at this time to wed you to Woman!
Is that your purpose here?"
"Yes. It is my purpose!"
"Come forth Matthew!"
Matthew walked slowly up onto the stage.
"Who is the Protector of the Woman?"
Gabe stood up.  "I am the Protector of the Woman!" he called out.
"Is this Woman here to be wed to this Man?"
Rhianna gulped and got to her feet.  "I am here!" she called out as she had
been taught.  She wanted to scratch, both her nipples were itching now.
"What is your name, Woman?"
"My name is Rhianna Summer!"
"We are gathered here in this place and at this time to wed you to Man. Is
that your purpose here?"
"Yes, it is my purpose!"  She saw Matthew smile at her.
"What do you leave behind to wed this Man?" called out Father Logan.
Rhianna took a deep breath and let go of the cloak. It dropped behind her,
revealing her nakedness to the entire community.
"I leave my innocence, my virginity and my childish ways. I also leave
behind all worldly goods in confidence that all will be provided for me!"
"What do you bring to this Man?"
Rhianna raised her hands, a welcoming gesture.  "I bring my body to hold
him, my love to comfort him, and my spirit to join with him!"
"Sidney!" someone yelled "Get back here!"
Trotting happily down the aisle toward Rhianna was a big dog if
indeterminate breed.  Before Rhianna could stop him the dog padded right up
to her and stuck it's nose in her crotch.  Rhianna did her best to push the
dog away while the crowd laughed, it's cold nose and wet tongue seeming to
get everywhere.  She didn't know how she was supposed to react to this, it
wasn't in the script!
An older man rushed up and grabbed Sidney by his collar. "Bad dog!  No bone
for you tonight!"
As Paul's Uncle Bill dragged the friendly dog away, the crowd settled down
until all was silent again.
Rhianna stood, breathing heavily, wondering if there were any other
surprises. She resumed her arms open position.
"Matthew, is this the Woman you seek?" continued Father Logan, now that
order had been restored.
Matthew stood still, staring at Rhianna.
Rhianna wondered why he didn't reply. She felt nervous standing as she was,
but didn't dare break position. The crowd started to whisper.
"Yes, this is the Woman I seek!" Matthew said at last.
Father Logan watched him for a moment, wary of moments like this. He decided
to go on.  "Come forth Rhianna!"
Rhianna walked the length of the aisle, very aware that she was parading
completely naked in front of close to five hundred people.  She climbed the
steps and joined Matthew and the preacher on the stage.
Rhianna was finding it hard to keep still, her nipples really itched and she
felt something beginning to happen between her legs. Her thoughts drifted to
that "something for the wedding night" she had been given. What DID she put
on herself? It didn't help that her thighs were now covered in dog slobber
either.
"Matthew, what do you offer this Woman?"
"I offer my protection to keep her safe, my worldly goods to keep her warm,
my body to hold her, my love to comfort her, and my spirit to join with
her!"
"Will you protect her from herself, as well as from others?"
Matthew moved forward and took Rhianna's arms. He brought them behind her
and tied her wrists in the now familiar back to back position.
"I will protect her from herself and all others!"
"Will you give up your own comfort to keep her warm?"
Matthew undid his cloak and pulled it around Rhianna.  She was happy now to
have something to wear, although there was nothing she could do about the
open front.
"I will keep her warm at the risk of my own discomfort!"
"Will you hold her and comfort her, and take comfort when it is offered?"
Rhianna expected a grin from him at this point, but instead he looked very
serious as he turned to her. As instructed she took one step toward him and
he closed the remaining space. He leaned forward and kissed her, a long
lingering kiss that really made her wish she could reach those parts of her
that itched so madly!
"We will take comfort in each other!" Matthew intoned after the kiss.
Father Logan turned to Rhianna.
"Do you accept his protection, his goods and his comfort?"
"I do."
"Do you accept him as the head of your house, and obey his council in said
house?"
Rhianna glanced at Matthew, again expecting the grin. His seriousness was
worrying her.
"I do!"
"Do you accept his pledge of love and spirit?"
"I do!"
"Matthew, do you accept her body, her love and her spirit?"
"I do!" he replied, loudly.
The preacher pulled something from a pocket. Rhianna saw that it was a set
of leather bands, leather marriage bands.
"Let these wrist bands be a symbol of your love and commitment to each
other." he said, handing all four bands to Matthew. "Wear them forever as a
visible sign of your marriage, so that none may seek to come between you.
>From this time forth, Rhianna Summer will be known as Rhianna Anderson. Let
your spirits come together under God, now and for the rest of your lives!"
The crowd got to it's feet and began to cheer!
Rhianna smiled, suddenly embarrassed and unable to look at them.  Instead
she looked at Matthew who gazed at her.  He stepped forward until he was
nose to nose with her.
"Congratulations, Pet." he said softly, and kissed her once more.  Rhianna
felt her knees begin to buckle.
Paul and the Preacher guided the couple off the stage into the welcoming
arms of the community.  Rhianna forgot that she was still pretty much bare
for all to see from the front as she received countless congratulations.
She only noticed when Matthew took her arm and led her to a nearby table.
"Let's eat!" shouted Johan, and the men headed back to their tables while
the women headed for the food.
Matthew sat Rhianna down at the Anderson family table and Paul and the other
men offered their own congratulations.
Rhianna kept up her smile, although her thoughts were more on the spots she
couldn't reach that were driving her nuts.
She knew what their game was, get her worked up enough so that Matthew would
have to 'Scratch' those spots for her since bound as she was she wasn't
going to be able to do it herself.  She decided to try to tough it out.
Lilly put a plate of vegetables and bread in front of her.
"Congratulations, Rhianna. You guys are going to be great together, I know
it!" she said.
"Just wait until YOU try this." Rhianna replied.
Lilly giggled.
Rhianna shifted in her seat and realized that the stuff she had put on
herself was causing her to get quite wet. She could feel her pussy lips
tingling and her clit felt like it was throbbing slightly.
"Oh God." she whispered. "Matthew, could you untie me now?"
Matthew looked over at her, already into his meal. Now the smile was there.
"I can't, not now. It isn't done that way."
"Screw tradition, just let me go."  Rhianna said.
"You're fine, I'll protect you."
Rhianna bit her lip and looked at her food. She remembered the last time she
had been bound at a meal with this man. Was he going to make her do the same
thing again?
"Matthew, could I have something to eat?"
Matthew picked a carrot off her plate and held it while she took it.  She
ate it slowly and then asked him again.
Slowly, in this way, she got to eat her meal, asking for every mouthful.
The others at the table watched this going on, but said nothing. She was
Matthew's responsibility now, it was not their concern. Besides, it wasn't
anything they hadn't seen before!
Rhianna couldn't finish, her mind was too distracted. She just sat with a
glazed look on her face as she tried to focus on something else.
Gabe was suddenly next to her.  "Congratulations Rhianna, Matthew. I hope
you have a long life together!"
"Thank you Gabe!"  said Matthew warmly.
"Here, I hadn't given you your wedding present yet!"  Gabe handed Matthew
the little vial.  "Use it sparingly!" he warned. He smiled and left them
alone.
Rhianna looked at Matthew with horror, she had no doubts that Matthew would
use that vial.
"Come on, it's time to go." he said.
Matthew helped Rhianna to her feet and supported her as they left the hall.
They went slowly as people congratulated them as they passed, but picked up
the pace once they left the room.
They entered their new home and Matthew closed the door. He turned and
kissed Rhianna full on the lips.
Rhianna didn't care anymore, she was half mad with desire.
She didn't resist as Matthew undid her cloak and carried her to the bed.
She didn't complain when Matthew untied her wrists and retied them to the
bed frame.
She didn't even notice when Matthew stood up and slowly undressed, to crawl
naked on top of her.
She was happy when he finally began to scratch that itch!




"You're a bastard." Rhianna said a while later.
"I know." her new husband replied.
"You practically raped me."
"I know."
"Will you do it again?"



They lay cooling down, both too tired to really move anymore. The only light
came from the fireplace, dying embers giving up the last of their energy.
Matthew lay on his side, one finger tracing a path around Rhianna's breasts
and stomach.  Her skin was so sweaty he actually made a trail.
Rhianna lay as Matthew had placed her several hours ago, her hands bound to
the headboard, her feet loosely bound in a spread position.  She could still
feel the after affects of the stuff from the vial, but it was nothing like
the burning she had felt at it's height. Now it was just a pleasant tingle.
"You do know, that we aren't really married, don't you?" Rhianna whispered,
breaking a verbal silence that had lasted for hours. "That once we leave
here we'll be single again."
"I know. You go back to New York and I go back to prison." Matthew said.
"Our separate ways, never to cross again."
"I'm glad you realize that this isn't real, Matthew." Rhianna said softly.
She had a lot of mixed feelings right now and couldn't handle it if Matthew
decided to push this marriage as being permanent.
"Off the mountain, it isn't real. I know that. But here," he pinched one of
her nipples, "and now," he pinched the other one, "it is VERY real. Do you
understand that?"
Rhianna shifted as best she could, her bondage comfortably tight
(comfortably tight?).  "I understand."
"Good. If you want to keep up your cover, you'll have to act the part of the
good wife!" Matthew said with a smile.
"You won't take advantage of that will you?" Rhianna asked, suddenly feeling
vulnerable.
Matthew's grin got wider. "I thought you knew me better than that!  Now, did
you see what I did with the vial Gabe gave us?"
"No!  God Matthew, you cant!"  Rhianna cried with horror, she was only just
coming down from her first dose.
Matthew laughed and held her close, and the two of them snuggled for a
while.
Rhianna's thoughts began to drift as they lay together. She thought about
Bart and what he might be doing now. She felt guilty being in another mans
arms, but she and Bart had never talked about any kind of commitment to each
other.
Still, it was confusing.
She decided to think about something simpler, her case.
She remembered something.
"Matthew, last night when you came to find me, you said you had some news
for me."
"God, Rhianna! Why are you thinking about that now?"
"Oh put your Male pride on hold for a while, it just popped into my head.
What was the news?"
"That's why gags were invented, so women couldn't spoil the moment."
"Matthew!"
"Okay, okay.  I talked to Alice Strum's father yesterday, hoisted a few
beers with him after roof duty.  He was only too eager to drown his sorrows
and talk about his daughter.
It seems that he blames himself for her death, he said that if he hadn't
given in to her wanting to do her survival week early that she might not
have been killed."
"Survival week?" Rhianna asked.
"Yeah, it's something everybody has to do, even the women. It's a right of
passage thing.  Once you think you're ready, you're sent naked out of the
compound with just a knife. You have to survive five days without coming
back. If you make it, you get voting rights so you can vote on what ever
needs voting on."
"Everybody does it?"
"Sooner or later.  Alice apparently rushed it a little, spent a lot of time
out of the compound practicing and then went for the main event a week
early. Maybe if she had gone when she was supposed to she would have been
fine."
Rhianna thought about that.
"I don't know, there may have been another reason. Could you untie me now?"
"Why?"
"I need to use my phone, I have to call Owen."
"Why, you want him to come rescue you?"
"Just untie me."
"You don't need to be untied to use the phone, wife, where is it?"
Rhianna gave him a look, the one women reserve for men who wont let them get
their way.  Matthew ignored it.
"It's in the closet in a leather pack on the floor." Rhianna finally said.
Matthew slid off the bed and fetched it. He opened the pack and raised his
eyebrows.  Reaching in he pulled out Rhianna's pistol. "I could get another
five years just for holding this." he said.
"Then put it away and get my phone."
"What's the number?"
"Speed dial 04."
Matthew dialed and held the phone to her head.
Rhianna was pissed about having to talk to her partner naked and bound, but
Matthew was leaving her no choice.
"Johnson." said a sleepy voice.
"It's Rhianna."
"What's going on, trouble?"
"No, I just had a thought that's all. I've been talking to a few people up
here and I need you to check something for me."
"Rhianna, it's three in the morning!"
"Sorry, I don't have my watch on!" Rhianna replied testily.
"Okay, what do you need, apart from some sleep from the sound of it." Owen
replied calmly.
"Sorry.  Do you have the autopsy and crime scene photo's handy?"
"Yeah, give me a minute."
Rhianna waited and began to wriggle as Matthew began to trace his finger
along her side.
"Stop that." she mouthed.
"What's going on Rhianna?"  Matthew asked her.
"Here we go." said Owen.
"Look at the photos of all three girls, their hands and wrists. Describe
them to me."
Owen did so, taking each girl in turn. Rhianna nodded as he talked.
"Good.  That's what I thought.  Owen, I don't think that our killer is here
in the compound. I believe he's one of yours."  Matthew stopped teasing her,
he wanted to hear this.
"You're kidding me!" Owen replied. "I've been hearing things about that
commune you're at now and from looking at the evidence I would say there is
a very good chance that the killer is right up there with you.  They tell me
that the men up there tie up their women for no reason at all, and that the
cord around the third girl's wrists was exactly the type they use!"
"I know, but I don't think he's here. Will you trust me on this?"
Owen sighed.  "Okay, I'll go along for a while, but you had better drum up
some proof."
"That'll your job for the moment, Owen. Get a hold of Kinkade in the morning
and ask him about anyone who spends a lot of time on the mountain, any
loners who may be into survival training, or may be good woodsmen."
"Already done, we have a list we're checking out."
"Okay, then let me narrow it down for you, I have a description of our
possible suspect."
"A description?"
"Yeah, you're looking for a young male, early twenties, good looking and
very promiscuous or at least wants to be."
"How do you figure that?" Owen asked.
"I'll...I'll get back to you on that. But start looking for him."
"Shit, Rhianna. Okay, will do.  You okay up there?"
"I'm fine."
"What about Anderson, you keeping him close?"
Rhianna glanced at Matthew who lay against her, she would think that skin to
skin was pretty close. "Yeah, he's here by the way."
"Let me talk to him."
Rhianna looked at Matthew again. "It's for you!"
Curious, Matthew took the phone. "Yes?"
"Anderson. I know we don't see eye to eye, but Rhianna tells me that she
thinks our suspect lives in town and not up there with you.  I don't buy it,
but I'll check it out. In the mean time you're the only person I know up
there who can't be the killer. I want you to keep an eye on Rhianna, make
sure she's safe."
"Sure, I'll protect her." Matthew said with a smile.
"Keep her out of trouble, huh! Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid!"
"No problem. I'll stick close to her, like we're joined at the hips!"
"Thanks.  But listen buddy. If she gets hurt in any way then it's YOUR balls
I'm coming after!"
"I'm sorry...BUDDY...but my balls are spoken for!" Matthew hung up and
tossed the phone to one side.  "Talk Rhianna, why do you think the killer
isn't here?"
Rhianna took a breath before answering.  "All three women had been tied up
during their capture and even though the first two women had been found
without their hands bound, the marks on their wrists were still visible.
They had all been bound the same way, with their hands crossed behind them."
Matthew caught on right away. "That's not something we do here, it's always
back to back!"
"Also, all three women had alcohol in their blood..."
"...and no one here would give a woman alcohol." finished Matthew.
"Right. I also have a suspicion those girls didn't go unwillingly to their
capture."
"Why?"
"I can't say right now. I have to think about it some more, and there are
some people I have yet to talk to."
"And you thought up all this while we were making love?"
"Well...after, really." smiled the Agent.  "Sex is great for clearing the
mind."
"I see!" huffed Matthew.
"What were you and Owen talking about, joined at the hips?"
Matthew smiled and began to climb on top of her. "Let me show you, and we
can clear your mind some more!"



End of Part 8



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