Megyn lay on the ground, curled up in pain and fear surrounded b y Michael, Shawn and the other football players. “Sorry piece of Trash.” “You...are not such a big deal now.” Two of the players grabbed her and turned her over, stretching her out on the ground.“Leave me alone. You are going to kill me. Stop. Eonough, Oh please.”Megyn was crying, begging. The White Bitch crying just turned the guys on more.Four men grabbed her, one on each limb. They lifted her up and swung her back and. She was wearing that grey dress which I had gifted her last year. The top was perfectly covering her front and back yet being sleeveless was giving her a sexy look. The net jacket was perfectly complementing it. The long skirt fitted to her bottom like it has been tailored for her and only her.I realized something. This whole work at the end of the year at the office has made me ignore her for the last two months. We had romanced once or twice at the maximum and that too like it was a. Mickey said: ‘What’s the matter Rob? You don’t seem pleased.’ I wasn’t all that experienced with girls, but even I knew that the look I’d gotten from Carol probably meant that we were toast and since I had always been hung up on Mickey I said: ‘Of course I’m pleased. I’m just a bit surprised is all.’ ‘Why would you be surprised?’ ‘The last two times I asked you out you weren’t interested so I thought…’ ‘Just you hush Rob Dalton, it doesn’t matter what you thought. Come on now, let’s get in. Marigold had tried to convince him to sleep more and take a less active role in the business. But, Thule had an overdeveloped sense of responsibility. A number of FBI agents had gotten themselves suspended from the bureau for helping him investigate the Vandevoorts. When Thule had managed to cash in on his notoriety over the case, he'd used most of the money to start the company and hired most of the suspended agents. Now, he considered the success of the business to be part and parcel with his.