We walked in the kitchen and sat down. It sounded like she was deliberate in asking me about what she saw. I answered with I was invited over and you ...aught me doing what I love. Her son who's late 50's said I had followed him home and wouldn't leave. His mother just looked at him and saidbulshitty. She asked about our hamburgers and asked her son why. I was enjoying myself so I asked if she watched us for more then a few minutes and she said not longer then a minute and that she's very. "Come on," he said, "get in. I'll brief you on the way."I jogged around to the far side of the van and slid back the door."Hi," said a girl's voice as I went to climb in. Sitting next to Harry was a girl in her early twenties with short blonde hair. She and Harry were wearing the same coveralls that I'd put on."Hi," I said in response, not sure if names were in order.Harry cleared up the doubts. "This is Tricia," he said, she's a trainee for the snatch squads. "Tricia, this is Larry."Tricia. I ain't like that other guy, but it's damn latenow. Why don't you spend the night with me here and then I take you home inthe morning?" By the look on his face, I knew that he was proposing adeal. If I wanted him to take me home, I had to spend the night and let himfuck me again. I figured I didn't have much choice since it was darkalready, I was lost, dressed like a whore and in a badneighborhood. Besides, I liked the way he fucked me and he seemednice. "OK, daddy. I'd love to spend the night. Suddenly she was alert, tense, scared. Several times she would look at Paul or Rebecca as if she wanted to say something, but when they would look at her, she would quickly turn away. I noticed something else as well and mentioned it to Rebecca."Every time she dodges your gaze she shields Rachel." What?" Watch her. When you or Paul turn to meet her eyes she turns away and you can see her hand tighten on Rachel's shoulder. Rachel hugs her knee a little harder too. She's scared to death that you.