“Did you see it?” Tracy asked as they entered her clinic.Phil simply nodded, holding his hands palms up.“Nathan is interested in how you plan to...respond,” Nancy Ellison said, stepping forward.“That all depends on where the information originated. Do any of you recognize the office where the shot was taken?”“It’s not mine,” Tracy immediately replied. “That was the first thing I checked.”Instead of answering, Nancy crossed over to her chair, retrieving a copy of the paper and examining the photo.. As her pale green eyes starred back at her, she felt a small odd feeling of doubt before shutting off the light and turning away.Caren felt hungrier then usual that morning and was dying to eat. She glanced towards her husband, who was still asleep, as she walked passed him and out of the bedroom.When she approached the living room she heard the sound of the television. "Hey, Allen? Is that you?" She asked figuring it was her son.She noticed a pair of jeans resting on the floor, and just as she. “Let’s not go overboard. My intentions were honorable.”“Intentions have a way of running off the rails,” said Brad.“Tell me about it.”“So ... what’s the prognosis? Any chance there will be more rumors? I heard she laid a wet one on you at the cafe.”“Long story,” said Bob. “It wasn’t what people think it was. Now, are we going to work these cattle or talk about her?”“I’d much rather talk about her,” said Brad, grinning. “At a minimum. Unfortunately, the only females I get to fondle today are of. It's not just about getting physically hurt. Those guys aren't going to have any qualms about doing things to you. I don't think you really understand what that'll be like, to be violated that way." Ooo, violated. Since when do you care about your little sister's honor? You're so fucking melodramatic."Suddenly, he grabbed her, pulling her closer to himself. He held her shoulder tight in one hand, while the other found its way to her mound, finger pushing its way in sharply.Carlie gasped at the.