"Trembling, Rosie lifted on foot and then the other, her breasts mashed painfully up against the door as he leaned down to pick up the discarded under...ear. Then suddenly he released her, and she turned, back pressed flat against the door, to watch tearfully as he deposited her panties, purse and jacket into one of his desk drawers. He locked it. She felt her heart sink.Mr. Jones sat in the large black leather chair behind his desk, and opened up a file, not even looking at her. Rosie tried. Piss yellow. Even when I drink beer, something that is not often, I am more a fan of Stouts and Porters. Shoe leather black Guinness and Avery Mephistopheles stout topping my list. As I watched him guzzle this beer down as well I mentally sighed. Apparently volume, not taste, seemed to be more his style anyway. I looked at Erica realizing she was similar to his taste in beers. I smiled as the inward mental clarity of my favorite drink began to appear and I felt the buzz forming. So different. I always thought a rescue was a situation that was time sensitive," I commented."We have time but not all the time in the world. The person to be rescued is a seven year old girl She was kidnapped by her drug dealing dad," He said. "You do know most kidnapping are by the non custodial parent." Yeah, I do know that. Did he remarry, and decide he wanted the child to make his family complete?" I asked."Nothing so noble, he kidnapped his daughter to be sure his wife wouldn't testify in a probe the. Connors... and don't call me Shirley!" There were gales of laughter from around the room. "Perhaps, you would like to stand here on top of the table where the rest of the bets were placed."At that suggestion, two men sprang into action, lifted Darla down from the stool and helped her step up on a chair and then to the tabletop while others whisked away chips and cards. Larry sat in silent pain."Need a little help?" said one of the women. She reached up and unzipped the back of Darla's.