He leapt behind the wheel of the Vega, cranked it and gunned the gas, dashing forward onto the railroad tracks just before the crossbars went down aro...nd him. He got out of the car quickly and ran to pick up the duffle bag. As he headed into the scrub to find a secure spot to stage his attack, he looked back at the Vega trapped inside the crossbars and laughed. Even if someone were to happen across the car before the train made the crossing, they wouldn’t be able to move it out of the way in. From the outside of the curtain I could see heels"HOW DO THEY FIT HONEY?" I felt relieved she was staying onthe other side of the curtain. "g-good, I guess" Istammered... "LET ME SEE" with that she stepped through thecurtain and there I was wearing the red silky briefs..."TAKE OFF THE SHIRT" she ordered "HMMMM, YOU'LL NEED A REDCAMISOLE TO MATCH... SIZE 38 I'D GUESS" She left for a minute and came back with a matching redcamisole. "PUT THIS ON," she barked, her attitude hadchanged... she was no. “What? You think he got the info from there? Like do you really believe he’d break into there?”“He’s a psychopath… who knows what he’s capable of! He didn’t have any problem breaking into your place, did he!” They didn’t speak another word as he made his way closer to home. His nerves increasingly on edge as Janie continued unsuccessfully to reach Gabby. When they pulled up to the property all seemed as they had left it. Upon entering the home Jacob found Gabby safe and sound, snuggled under a. ”“N ... n ... no ... It doesn’t bother me. It’s just ... you’re the first one I’ve ever known.”“Not likely,” Janet replied. “I’m sure you’ve known plenty. You just didn’t know they were lesbians. We don’t wear badges, you know.”“You don’t fit the stereotype,” Eva remarked.“There is a germ of truth in all stereotypes. I can assure you, more of us don’t fit the stereotype than do. I don’t want to frighten you, Eva -- I don’t want to scare you away. But -- I have to tell you -- I’m falling in love.