He picked it up and said, "Hello"."Sam needs help", a voice answered."Who is this?" A friend." The voice sounded female but Jim could not be completel... sure."Where is Sam?" As soon as Jim asked that he realized that maybe he didn't really want to know. Was this a trick by the mob to find Sam? Jim considered just hanging up the phone."Sam needs you," the voice repeated. "Working at the clinic." What clinic are you talking about?" Jim asked.Without any apparent reason, the voice on the other end. "She'll be very useful." How?" asked Britney. "With your plan?" What do you know of my plan?" Damien asked."Not much. There is someone you need to kill and someone you need to rescue." The blonde Britney let her finger trace around Mary's right nipple, brushing the silver barbell that pierced it. Mary was a far wilder girl than the virginal Britney. Damien had never understood their friendship. He had always found Mary to be a slut. She had even tried to seduce him when he was human.Damien had. She strides purposefully up the steps to the porch and knocks firmly on the door.I open the door immediately and invite, "Please come in."She flashes me the search warrant with a satisfied look on her face and then notices my nudity, "You're not wearing any clothes!" That's correct," I reply, taking the papers from her and examining them. She doesn't move, dumbfounded."What is going on here?" she demands."Everything looks to be in order," I comment handing her back her warrant. "My clients have. Ilay there flat on the rock, stretching my leg to work outthe cramp. At the same time, I traded my sweat and leakingvaginal juices for the heat that radiated from the sun-heated rock. Some of that perspiration dripped down my faceinto my eyes, and the saltiness stung me into clenching myeyelids shut. I was in such a daze that when I reopenedthem, I thought I was seeing the world through rose-coloredglasses. Then I realized that it was blood from my forehead,and that startled me back into.