CHAPTER THREE
The day was simply full of pleasurable surprises, Sylvia thought. First, she had awakened to find that Bruce hadn't come home at all last night and hadn't even bothered to call. For a moment she had flared in anger and then abruptly recognized she didn't care one way or the other any longer. The hell with him; she wanted only one thing and that was revenge.
The second and third surprises had come with the telephone call from the detective, Shelton, while she was still in bed. She was surprised at the effect his voice had on her body; it was almost as though he were lying in bed with her. Her abdomen and breasts both reacted as if they had been caressed. She closed her eyes and imagined him alongside her... that beautiful p***s, hard and throbbing, pressed against her buttoc
