This was my first time out in the desert making love to my boss in a harse. We did more love making than anything else.  What could I say were lovers who were madly in love. 
"How was your first time doing in a harse?" Annie asked.  I answered by kissing him.  He might of been sickly skinny he was gentle yet passionate lover.
"My hygieia.....how I worship you so," he said
My hippocrates....I love you," I said.  I could feel him getting harder and harder in me as we kissed. 
As we made love I traced the y incision on his chest with my finger to tease him.
He then did the same to me but only with his tounge stopping at each breast to tease my nips.  He then when down my body and then slipped his tounge into me.  Kissing me until he was drinking me, my essence.
He creeped back on top of me and he kissed me tenderly.  I could taste every bit of cum off his lips. 
Before he could say I love you.... a gun was pointed to his head and some thig wearing an FBI jacket forced him out.
His last words to me was aave your self. I ran off back into town back into my appartment thinking that he would return but he didn't.
At wasnt until.the next morning when I received a body from a dumpster that I realised it was annie.
I had to request for an assistant I was so emotional.
There was a constellation of injury that suggested torture. I a found that out I had not choice but to go and ran off again. Fidelity bravery and integrity my ass.    I thought to my self.  I didnt go back to work to work after  crying and hearing what sounded like his voice in the night.  When I had to be put on disability for depression and anxiety I knew I had to do something as I could feel my personality change and split into five different entities.  Dissociative identity disorder.....that usually happened to children who were tortured and raped.  But the nature of Annie's injuries was enough to do just that.  They were that horrific.
Was he thinking of me as they brutally interrogated him.
Probably as a conspiracy theorist and medical examiner he knew what is fate was going to be.that was when I decided or one of my demonic personalities decide to take revenge.  I did not know how to go about it until I had a dream.