He looks out the door to see her running to the car, knowing she lives alone he calls out to her "Becky, are you Ok?" in her hurry she doesn't answer ...nd jumps in the car as soon as she gets to it. She looks up and whispers to herself "please don't come over here, please, please, please" , but it is too late, he is headed directly to her car. He walks over to the driver side window as she slowly rolls it down, she is nervous and jittery, but very turned on at the same time. Her neighbor has. She’s pleasing to the eye.”“She’s a human, Kim, not a fucking ornament,” she said with some venom, as I withdrew my arm from around her shoulders.“Ooh, potty mouth, Jess. Giving it a dose of Malcolm Tucker?”“Some respect for the girls please.”“How else do you phrase it? She’s a pretty girl.”“That you have the hots for.”“And who has no interest in me whatsoever, and that I’m okay with that,” I tried to end with.“So, you’re patient?” Jessie asked.“Yes, I can wait. Although I wouldn’t mind losing. He went to his living room and turned on the news. He watched for a moment watching the different aftermaths of the different locations from the previous day. The shooting in Chicago had been the worst, just 5 guys shooting at a football game, which honestly had pretty laxed security for the always sold out 65000 seats in the stadium. An amateur’s cell phone video from the Mall of America was shown next. The video showed people running in one direction, and a glimpse of a gunman walking after. “Nothing is going on,” Faith explained, sitting down across from her husband. “He’s a nude model. I was painting him. That’s all.”“Oh, come on,” Larry protested, “you expect me to believe that? He had a giant boner and was stroking it! You weren’t painting when I came in, either! You were standing there in front of him, practically naked!”“Are you kidding me?” Faith argued, “I had on the same thing I have on now with my painter’s smock over it! I wasn’t naked at all!”“You’re telling me you.