I was transparently truthful, because they never strayed anywhere near our 'other' activities, and they left as perplexed about the flare up of assass...nation attempts as when they arrived. I did leave them with one parting word of wisdom. "Is it possible that they weren't trying to kill me as much as they were trying to destabilize things?"I could tell that my question did exactly what I hoped it would do. They needed a starting point outside the box, if they were going to get anywhere with the. “That your boyfriend?” asked Sal, after Bobby left.“Him?” she said. “No, he’s my handyman. You know I don’t have a boyfriend!”“Treats you a lot better than your ex,” said Sal.“I’m not getting married again, Sal,” she said darkly. “So don’t get your hopes up.”“Sure thing,” he said. “You going to pay for his cinnamon roll?”“Yes,” she said, frostily. While she put enough quarters from her tip money in the till to pay for what Bobby had eaten, she thought about men in general, and Sal, Mark and. I saw a piece of paper on the floor and lit it up. Watching it burn, I felt myself becoming calm. I would get through this. It wasn’t a big deal. Back in my youth, I used to have a bad habit. I loved fire. I loved it the way some people love chocolate. It simply thrilled me. I loved burning stuff. Not maliciously. Not important stuff. Just paper, and pieces of wood. I’d watch the stuff burn for a few minutes, then put out the flames, get rid of the evidence and move on. I’m not a pyromaniac. I. Laki's nervousness matched the insanity of the moment. She didn't want to feel false hope, but if this giant could free her, it would be worth the chance. "How? How can you free me?" "First, let's get my cock in your ass!" Brock grabbed her arm and pulled her close; they were almost eye to eye. His scary-looking face intimidated most people, but not this innocent girl. She faced him, with her legs spread apart on each side of his thick thighs. His cock poked at her virgin cunt as she stood on.