Immediately a bright red line formed where it had been hit. He struck again, hitting the same breast. Rebecca felt as if her breast was being torn off...her body. “Pleeeaase, stop!”, she screamed, “I will do aaanyything!”Carl, with raised cane, looked over at Mr. Bolden-Ahern. He indicated him to stop and moved onto the stage. “I said the original deal was off the table, now that circumstances have changed, and I meant it. However, I can offer you a new deal: a whole hour of ‘private’ time. She knew something was up when she went through the garage. There were lights on that shouldn’t have been. Coffee cups on the table. Two of them! There was music coming from the back of the house. Her first instinct was to run out and call the police. But her curiosity got the better of her and tipped toed into the back of her house. Halfway down the hall, she heard grunts and squeaks of pleasure, groans. She reacted on two levels. While her reality state told her that she. This went on for about 20 minutes and she is sure everyone around them must have noticed. Still, she was caught up in the moment (and drunk for the first time) and could not stop herself. Eventually he asked her if she wanted to go for a walk. She hoped it meant something else, but she was not sure. They had walked a few blocks when he mentioned that his parking garage was right around the corner. Still unsure, she said she would love to see his car. Her mind began to race about the very real. He also has a son that arranged for his farther to be admitted to your home. He is described as around late forties, borderline 50’s and married, but no c***dren from the staff member that completed the assessment.You see Mr Richards the next day and he seems caring, also quite physically fit as he walks around unaided. This seems in contrast to his records, as they said he was unable to live on own. His son lives a long distance away so cannot support locally, so you put his admittance down to.