Only, with him already gone, he was there in powder form in that box she held in her hand. With her unable to hold him before because he was too heavy... and with him weighing much less than a tray of dirty dishes that she routinely carried to the kitchen at work, she was easily able to hold him now. Entrusted with the responsibility of getting him home, the very least that she could do in good conscience after all that he’s given her with his friendship, she took it upon herself to lay him to. Where did he go,” I ask confused and alarmed hoping he’s alright.“I don’t know people said they saw him talking to a man in a suit and then there were the goons in his room cleaning it out. I’m scared Richard, what if he did something like hack the government,” Steph asks afraid.“Stuart is a good guy, he wouldn’t fuck around like that,” I tell her but she’s quick to reply.“Yeah and you only spent a whole school year fucking every girl he had a shot with even me,” Stephanie says and I remember. I needed some food anyway.I took a trolley at the door and started making my way up and down the aisles. I got as far as the wine. I'd picked up a couple of bottles of Californian wine when a woman turned into the same aisle. As I went to move along the aisle she pushed her trolley across mine blocking it in. She smiled at me. "You look like you're looking for something," she said."I'm told supermarkets are a great place to pick up women," I said, "would you know anything about that?" Tricia. She started to walk out of the closet, but Cole emerged from the bathroom in the same state as his servant. Embarrassed, Abigail remained in the closet and stepped behind the door. The quick movement didn’t prevent her from getting an eyeful of Cole. ‘He’s enormous!’ was the thought that rose unbidden to her mind. Struggling for a moment with her morals, she applied her eye to the gap between the door and the frame to observe. Cole was not a particularly tall man, but he was broad and built.