Salma just stood there. Mr Jones plz come over for Dinner you well get all you want if you do.Salma rushed home and got everthing ready she had larry ...nd here son get dressed up nice and the doorbell ring. Larry answerd it and and said hello Mr Jones . jones just pushed threw. Weres that wife of yours larry ? in the kitchen sir. Plz set down and wait. dinner was called and they all set at the table and eat and the talked off and on therw dinner. now asked Jones why am I here? salma looked at. She showed Dave. ‘Call him and tell him to drop any weapons he has. If you don’t, and I shoot him, my son better be in that van. If he isn’t, you’re about to live a very painful existence.’ Dave believed her. He called, telling his partner to stow the weapons and bring the child. The other man was huge, burly with muscles. He was smiling until he saw Dave with bloody towels over his foot and the woman holding the pistol. ‘That’s right, sugar, just send him on up to me and everything will be. That could only lead to trouble.But even as he was putting the girl out of his mind, she came to him in the flesh. He coughed and sputtered as he saw that vision of jailbait loveliness incarnate a few feet away from him. She was wearing a halter-top that excitingly exhibited her full, round young titties. Below that she was wearing shocking pink jeans that clung tightly to her ripe, full figure, those shapely legs and that high, wide ass. She was holding a couple of packages under one arm.He. I think that you might have found the one. I like the way that you make him sound, girl. He sound like just what you’d need and want.’ She smiled a little, ‘So you didn’t have the thought to maybe stuff him inta one of your bags and take him along?’ She snorted a little with a soft laugh, ‘It’s what I’d have thought of.’ Eden nodded, ‘If only, Cora-leen. I’d have done that as well, but he had to be somewhere else and I did too. It had to end. I’ll never forget him though, you’d best believe me..