There was a girl there, a blonde, scrawny, perfect girl, sitting bolt upright facing in Lise's direction. Her doll-like face was screwed up in blissful concentration as she undulated up and down over Matt's comfortably sprawled body, riding his **** as he watched lazily through heavy lidded eyes. An invisible sword plunged into Lise's chest, ripping through her heart and guts and spilling her life out over the toes of her boots.