the bit afterward about her men is copied almost word for word from the shining by stephen king.

Men fought for the privilege of saying her name.
Memory is a selection of images, some elusive, others printed indelibly on the brain.

She saw Matt first. He picked her up and brought her in and sat down keeping her on his lap. She was dreaming how did they find her. Then she looked at Mello. Oh god he had turned beautiful. His body his hair all of it looked the same but… There was a scar on his face. She loved men with scars. "Roxanne Sailor." He came over kissed her. Hiss kiss still tasted of a sinful chocolate. "Matt we have found our Towanda. You left us. We tried to follow you…" "…But we were caught." Matt finished. "When we finally left we didn't know were you have gone." "I was at a high end brothel in Kent." "Kent? Mel we went the wrong way!" He held her tighter. She wasn't going to leave them. She turned her head to the side to kiss her other lover. "MMM. I miss your tastes, the scent of both of you. It is something I have been craving for a while no since I left. Mel's first this time." She went over to the leather clad man. She saw that he still had it her crucifix. He brought her face to him. They kissed chastefully at first then harder and more passionate. Her hands touched the silky blonde bob pulling down he moaned into her mouth. He started to nibble lower before they fell. "Not here and I don't like foreplay." She got up and ran to the bedroom exciting her lovers. She unhooked the dress and let it fall stepped out and lay wanton on the satin sheets.

He came within seconds Mello getting on top of her kneeing her legs aside. His tip was spreading her lips. He impaled her. She gasped. Oh this was what she wanted. These men were hers. Two beautiful sensual men so much like her. He moved she moved, this was a dance a dance that would never end. His body looked beautiful as it went into her again and again. She looked up into the wide blue eyes filled with concentration willing his seed into her. 'Oh god if this is what it meant to be broken then please let me break.' Her body started its peak the first of many tonight she was sure of it. His breathing turned ragged he was almost there to. "Mihael!" she cried out as her body exploded in waves of pleasure. She knew that was it for him and it was she felt his sweet poison hot and thick in her. He thrust in slowly milking himself in her. He collapsed on top of her she stroked his hair and the other his back.

A remarkable woman. The most beautiful I've ever known... and the deadliest. Which would explain my attraction.

"Did anyone hang out with Mello? We need to know their names. One of them should have stood out at the academy other than "Matt"." Light "L" was asking Near. "Oh gosh it's been so long since I have seen her in person. What you're looking for is the woman known as Roxanne Sailor. She was a remarkable girl to keep her sex secret for so long. Only he and matt knew it though. She ran away from Wammy's. But there are some things about her you must know. First she is a high class assassin. Second there is no record of a birth certificate in the world. Third she remembers everything. And fourth the most important of all, She CAN not be killed." "What do you mean she cannot be killed?" "I know this is because I saw a kid one time that was cutting something up and threw the when she was walking by. They went to hr chest all the way in to her heart but get this she looked down shrugged and kept walking she took them out and just looked at them. Her chest started to bleed then they took her to the hospital. She put up a fight because she hates those things. I was told by Roger the next day that the doctor's were baffled. Those scissors pierced her heart he had pictures yet they healed overnight. This one is a curious individual." "If what your saying is true then Roxanne Misa's rival in popularity is not only a man's shoulder candy but an Assassin who cannot die? I need some pics of her. Not any that have been air brushed." "She's in L.A. 1324 Moore lane 90210. That's her address. But her employer's have given her other's all over the world. Also never sleep with her. If she decides she doesn't like you that may be the last thing you'll ever do. Her number is 555-903-8790. Call and tell her that you want some one dead. She'll ask for money but she'll also ask for another payment." "What is it?" "Sex. But she'll say before or after the kill. Say after. That's normal for her." "How do you know all this? Have you asked her to kill?" "No. This info was provided by a late employer of hers who wanted the president dead. She killed him after he snitched on her. Another example of how she cannot be killed. When they found him she was still there obviously waiting she raised her gun but they shot her first she had five shot's all hit her personage including her head, heart and stomach. She said "No one likes a snitch." Then shot them dead." "Okay. I need to go and find this woman." "And one more thing Do NOT use a surveillance device or security number and Do NOT touch her she'll know everything about you after that. I am going off now. Remember what I have said."

There is no such thing as a heart of stone. It can be beaten repeatedly until it falls down by the erosion of the wind. It takes a while but it happens.

Love was over, and her men were sleeping beside her.

Her men.

She smiled a little in the darkness, their seed still trickling with slow warmth from between her slightly parted thighs, her smile was both rueful and pleased, because the phrase her men summoned up a hundred feelings. Each feeling examined alone was bewilderment. Together, in this darkness floating to sleep, they were like a distant blues tune heard in an almost deserted nightclub, melancholy but pleasing.

Lovin' you baby, is just like rollin' off a log,

But if I can't be your woman, I sure as hell ain't goin' to be your dog.

Had that been Billie Holiday? Or some one more prosaic like Peggy Lee? Didn't matter. It was low and torchy in the silence of her head it played mellowly, as if issuing from one of those old fashioned jukeboxes, a Wurlitzer perhaps, half an hour before closing.

Sleep came to her. Peaceful for the first time in years.

You should not confuse your career with your life.

She heard the "mosquito ring" of her phone the next morning. Still drowsy she ignored it. After all it can wait until later. She was too wrapped up in pleasurable warmth of… two men? She never slept next to her customers it was to intimate for her. Then she remembered she found her boys. She never expected to see them again. Oh she remembered how hungry they were for her. She remembered her last thoughts before she went to sleep. Somehow she untangled herself from them and went to her dress. "Hello?" "Is this Roxanne? Roxanne Sailor?" "Yes this is she. So which is it? Pick up take out or drop off?" "What do you mean?" 'This guy can't be serious! He must be new to hiring.' "I mean you want me to poison them drown them what? You called my for hire line." "I need some one dead. I don't care how you kill them just do it. Their name, address and is there any man handling?" "Henry Watling 402 Izakawa rd. How much?" "what's his rank? Smallless then 500 thou a year Medium more than 1 mil large billionaire or DamnMore money than god. Small 5,000 American dollars Medium 25,000 Large 50,000 Damn 75,000." "Large. No manhandling just a quick job." Matt woke up and slid beside her. "Who you talking to?" he said as he nuzzled her neck. "Is some one there?" "No just my butler. Um Before or after? Stop it I am going to kick you." "After." "No before. Just because you have aroused my… I said stop this is serious." She kicked Mel's hand away. "Sorry. Come by tonight 8:00. I'll be waiting." She hung up. "So what was that all about?" It's business. And on that note you said you had some one for me." "Not anymore. Last I heard Kira got'im." "Oh god I hate hearing that. Kira's taking away my business This world's never going to get better. It's in human nature to be perverse to do things because you know it's wrong. It's worse than that war of the world's mass hysteria. Matty I need a cig." He threw her the pack. "Anyway How've ya'll been?" Silence after. "You first. Tell us were you have been besides the whole it girl thing." "Lets see brothel in Kent. Um, Mrs. Hannigan only wanted the best for her girls. We didn't have to work for our food or clothing. She provided us those amenities. I first handled the gun when I was there about a week. She said one little lady didn't like it here and sent me after her. I shot her and felt I had found my calling. So I basically moved up in life by kills and my bed. But I was always alone. I was always thinking of you, particularly when I was alone at night. I always had you two to sleep next to at Wammy's.