I stepped closer to them and peered at the foliage.A hand, scratched, bloodied, nails broken and bitten, definitelyfeminine, burst from the bushes, an... I snapped back. I heard a man growl;"Get the fuck back here, bitch," and the hand was tugged back. I heardanother voice mutter something else, then silence and heavy, recedingfootsteps. A feminine scream, quickly muffed, and a slap.Man...from the sound of it...that was not good. Abduction, rape, somethingbad was going on in there. Something I. ” She answered. I thought I detected a lack of full information or evasiveness. I am naturally suspicious when confronted with an unfamiliar situation. “Well, male or female?” I had my preference of course, true to the masculine train of thought. “Either or both.” She continued wiping the dinner plate with the tea towel, but looked askance at me to gauge my reaction. “Well how about Janice, she is most likely up for it?” Janice had something of a. “Did all this stuff come out of you?” I asked rhetorically “and how about that stuff on the balcony?”“It’s all your fault.” Brad said “I would have kept my desire to myself, but you had to get all sexy and wanton.” “All my fault? How long have you wanted me?” I couldn’t help myself, I had to ask.“It’s been building for about a year. I think it started that day last summer when we were talking on the phone and were interrupted by the doorbell. When you came back to the phone you said ‘My new toy. He talked, so much the Sara had to tell him his time was up, there were others waiting. He thanked her. The third interview, with his girl, went the same way.In each case except the Mustang driver and his female spotter Sara started with a short history lesson.“Winnie Mandela was the great man’s wife. During the ‘80s, she spoke of using ‘our boxes of matches and our necklaces’ against her enemies. Do you know what a necklace is? One forces a tire filled with gasoline around the torso and arms..