"Damn. Susan!" he gasped. "I can't wait any longer!"

It had been nothing more than a kiss and an embrace. He'd crushed her to him, her palpitating, hard-nippled breasts flattening against his chest, his lips hot and eager. Nothing more than that.

"I-I know," she heard herself respond. "I know, darling… but we have to."

"Why? Why? My God…"

"We have to!" she snapped, worming herself from his grasp and gaining her feet. "There's Nadine… and there's Cal…"

"Cal's dead! For God's sake, Susan… Cal's dead!"

"And what about Shelly Granger?" she had thrown at him, before she'd even realized what she'd said. But she couldn't help herself. The flaming redheaded beauty he had brought to the estate to play with for a couple of weeks just before Cal's death had been almost more than she could bear. She'd never known such jealousy… and then, on that very day when her husband had taken his own life, the girl had disappeared…

"W-Who?"

"Shelly Granger!" she spat, walking aimlessly around the room. "Oh, don't tell me she didn't mean something to you, Jamey Halo. Beautiful… sexy… an actress… you slept with her didn't you?"

"Y-Yes… I slept with her. She was a pig… a smalltime pig, trying to make her way up," he said, watching her closely. "And I sent her away."

"But not before you had your fill of her, eh?" Susan half-spat, unable now to control her emotions. "Was she good, Jamey? Did she kiss it? Suck it for you…"

He could barely believe the licentious word-meaning tumbling from her luscious lips in rage… jealous rage, he reasoned.