"The guard bowed his head, more to avoid another drenching of spittle than anything else, and looked at the floor."I need to speak to Pat and find out...why and see if we can come to some agreement. To answer your question," he says facing the guard, "I don't want to go to war with him. I have done some digging and his organisation, although similar in size, is better manned better trained, better armed and better organised."One guard, unsure of himself, raises his hand. Turning towards the. ." And it was signed i-Bad.Avril was prepared already and so, blushing and with genuine tears in her eyes, she calmed her son down with a motherly hug and then led him to the living room sofa where they both sat as she answered his questions and more."You're absolutely right, Dom," Avril began. " She, this i-Bad girl, is a sadistic, mean little bitch. It's blackmail ... impure and simple. She's screwing with my head as much as yours, Dom. And there's nothing we can do about it but make the best. She moved her hand up his muscular back to his shoulder and they pressed more tightly together as she leaned into his chest. Beneath her cheek she could feel a toned and muscular chest, and she wondered about his abs…. Christopher could feel her pressing against his chest, as his hands encircled her tiny waste. She was much shorter than him, maybe 5’2′ but with her heels she came mid way up his chest. He slowly slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her a little more tightly against him.. You’ve had the shit beaten out of you.” The voice was higher and more melodic than those of the teen hoodlums who’d attacked me. I opened my eyes and found that I was looking at a graffiti-decorated concrete block wall from a foot away.“Can you sit up?”“I...” I coughed twice, sending waves of pain all over my body. “I think so,” I managed.“Come on, then. We have to get out of here before the cops show up.”“Why?” I blinked a couple of times and straightened my spine to sit upright on my.