”“Where are they?”“They will come to help us out.”“I hope they help you differently from how you guys helped Charles.”A couple of them l...oked troubled. I said, “Where is your base?”“We work out of police headquarters and use the fire stations across the county.”“It’s unfortunate that you are lawless thugs bent on rape, robbery and murder. The county could have used some good people trying to help others in a real manner.”“We didn’t have any choice. If you don’t go, your woman won’t be protected. I nodded ok. By this time Al already had his hand on her leg under the table anyway. She was smiling at him and i saw her close her eyes and I knew right away that he was fingering her pussy, she took her panties off again when she had gone to the bathroom. I said we should take this elsewhere. I told him we had a room,but Al offered to take us to his house nearby and said his brother was there as well. Well Moni's eyes lit up and said sure. We left and she got in Al's truck and I followed in. I cannot remember the true color of her hair, that hardly seeming as important to me, but I suppose it must have been raven black when we started.By contrast, and much shorter, was Miss Gilda, as we called her. My wife was very tall, towering over me at about six feet, like some amazonian caught as a prize in war. But Miss Gilda was short, and stocky. Her breasts were large, proportionate to her frame, and her hair was a tangled mess of orange-red that dangled down to her buttocks. Staring at. And thought I’d bring you over some.”Pamela Fleming was my ever-friendly downstairs neighbor and the gal who watched over Bull Halsey and kept his food and water bowls filled while I was gone. Just on the more gracious side of the age of forty, she always looked pretty good for her age. Her secret, she’d once told me, was to remove any and every source of stress from her life. In her case, that had most definitely involved a former husband and a minimal number of former boyfriends since then..