“Stop struggling or I will close your windpipe until you lose consciousness,” he threatened, staring at him eyeball-to-eyeball. The scrawny man ce...sed struggling.“You are trespassing on private property and as far as I know everything about your person may not belong to you and possibly stolen from my friends, our hosts. Do you have a receipt for this camera and camera bag on you?”The man looked at him terrified.“Well?” Pete insisted more forcefully, “Do you or do you not those receipts?”“No”. This was a room more suited to a rich bachelor. Without thought Lucas threw off his shirt and trousers, grabbed a pillow and a blanket and laid down. As I walked closer to the bed I realized, "I don't have any pajamas." He looked up at me through half closed eyes and said "I still have a pair I bought for Cassandra right before she died. She never wore them said they were too "skanky" for a woman like her. They should be in the top drawer of that bedside table." I opened the drawer and pulled. She closely shaved her face using a hand held shaving mirror and a new razorblade. She ran her hands all over her chest, arms, legs and buttocks and shaved away any stubble she found.She dried herself off and sat at the dresser and applied foundation, finishing powder, blush and lashings of mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow. She painted her lips with two coats of ruby red lipstick. She pulled on her favourite brunette, shoulder length, wig and adjusted it so that the fringe came to her eyebrows.. She was right. When I was a kid, there had only been three or four. Since I'd left home my father had collected a lot more of them."You got another option?" Why not just open the garage door, go around and ring the doorbell?" Samantha, do you want to do it? Look at how we're dressed," I asked smiling at her as I pulled another coffee can off the shelf."Oh, I see your point. What about banging, maybe we could wake your parents up?" Samantha, they are fast asleep in their room which is on the.