PRISCILLA "Leave me alone, you wife beater!" I struggled with him to let go of my shirt he'd held on to.

I heard a rip and seethed. This was one of my very expensive shirts.

"Not until you tell me where the stuff in my safe is." He seethed as well.

"What safe? What stuff? Did you tell me of any safe in this house?"

"You and I are the only occupants of this house, Priscilla. Don't fucking lie to me! Your behavior recently have been rousing suspicions."

"And yours haven't?" I shot back.

"Give ...