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each of them could do to willing, or better yet, unwilling flesh.  He hoped his lady wouldn’t mind playing rough tonight because he didn’t want to hurt her…not much anyway.
     
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    Maggi had been uncharacteristically quiet the past few days.  Dark circles ringed her eyes, making them appear bruised as she stood in the kitchen staring out of the window.  Turning abruptly, Maggi left the kitchen and wandered aimlessly through the small flat like a bewildered specter searching for something familiar, touching knick knacks and picking up books, fanning their pages without looking at them.
    Deanna watched her friend pick up yet another book so she went to her, pulled the book out of Maggi’s hand, and gently squeezed her fingers.  “Are you okay?”
    A single tear rolled down Maggi’s cheek and she looked at Deanna, lips trembling.  “He hurt me, D,” Maggi began to weep, sagging against her friend.
    She led Maggi to the couch and sat down pulling the weeping girl into her arms and rocking her tenderly.
    “Inside,” Maggi sobbed against Deanna’s shoulder. “He hurt me inside.”
    After putting Maggi to bed, Deanna paced the living room fighting the urge to call the police.  She wasn’t sure Maggi would cooperate even though Trevor had crossed the line from rough sex to sadism and deserved to be in jail.  Maggi didn’t have to go into detail to fuel Deanna’s imagination regarding the pain and humiliation she had suffered at the hands of Trevor Hampton.  The bastard was sicker than she had even imagined and she was furious, wanting nothing more than to see him suffer for what he had done to the woman who loved him.  Maggi swore she would break it off with him, but Deanna didn’t believe her.  She feared Trevor would lure Maggi back with simpering regrets, declarations of undying love, and the false promise that he would never, ever hurt “his lady” again.
     
    Chapter 6
     
    It was the night of Trevor’s party for his newest musical acquisition, and just as Deanna had feared, Maggi insisted on going which left her no choice but to go with her.  The stubborn girl had refused to discuss her horrible experience or her promise to dump Trevor since the night she broke down and told Deanna what he had done to her.  She was acting as though it had never happened.  She watched helplessly while Maggi spent hours in her bedroom, ditching classes and missing work while she talked on the phone to Trevor.  How could she forgive him?  It frightened her to think that the two of them might be involved in some kind of sick game.  No, that couldn’t be it; she had seen the shock and pain in Maggi’s eyes.  She had to accept the fact that she would never understand the hold that the demonic Trevor Hampton had on her friend.
    Grudgingly, Deanna stood at the mirror and put her earrings in, realizing that even though she would see Nigel Guilford tonight, she wasn’t the least bit excited.  She was so caught up in Maggi’s drama and denial that she couldn’t focus on what might prove to be her only chance of meeting him.  Though it was against her better judgment, she still wanted to meet the incredibly sexy singer.  Turning from side to side, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror and let out a dismayed breath.  Despite being dressed to kill in a blue satin halter dress that made the most of her attractive, petite figure, its deep sapphire color complimenting her soft, porcelain skin and luminous blonde hair, the fabulous dress did little to improve her frame of mind.  Part of her, the selfish part, resented Maggi for ruining the evening she had anticipated for so long.  She tried to tone down her disappointment by remembering the surly, inebriated guy slouching against the bar a few weeks ago but all she could envision was his lithe, lightly muscled frame clothed in form-fitting leather.  And his face…that incredibly beautiful face: skin that begged to be stroked and caressed, lips that