Daniel stood there at Sara's funeral, watching her coffin lower into the ground. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. "Who blew her brains out mid-fuck? I was just getting to the good part - her screaming, my dick buried deep, her cunt pulsing around me. Fucking interrupted my nut., and who the hell shot her while we were having rough sex?" He gripped the shovel tightly, "Was it a random act of violence or did someone want her dead?"

At Sara's funeral, mourners packed the church. Then, like a ghost from his past, Stella walked in. Her hand on his shoulder sent shivers down his spine. "Fuck, she looked even more stunning than he remembered - all curves and confidence in that tight black dress."