Slowly his hands reached down to his buckle, he was undoing his trousers. I was shocked, my eyes wide and wild. His zip slid down, his trousers slippe... off his hips and onto the floor. I stared at his white boxers, they had a picture of Tweety Pie and a little speech bubble with his famous saying, “I tawt I taw a puddy tat!” I giggled. His bulge was more defined. I cleared my throat and asked my question, “Could I see it…?” Scott tipped his head back and let out a little laugh. “I was hoping. “You attack now and you might hurt Allie and Mary,” she said calmly. “They might be pregnant, George.”George thought for a moment, huffing. After another moment he dropped the spear, stepped to the side, and cupped his hands to yell, “Allie! Mary! Don’t you pertect that murderer! Give ‘er to us and nobody else gits hurt!”He waited. No answer.“Fuck...” George stomped back to Abe’s body and looked down at it. Then he paced back to the path leading back to the girls’ camp. Still nothing.. Rushman’s house.It was lit up inside and I could see him in there moving about from room to room. But he was not looking out at all, and my heart sank as I realized he probably would not see me. Soon I finished my drink.Then, as luck would have it, his back porch light went on. The back door opened, and I saw Mr Rushman appear on the porch, a drink in hand. I watched as he surveyed his yard and then glanced over to my yard. I think he made out my figure sitting on the picnic table. He moved up. These steaks have a wonderful bite to them. I’d love to get that spicy-rub from you,” Mrs. R added to her daughter’s compliment.“I’ll jot the rub’s recipe down when we’re done here. Your Greek-salad dressing really added to the meal, Mrs. R.”“I learned how to make it while working at Mikanos, while in college,” Lynette’s mom replied. “The key is using the correct ratio of extra-virgin olive oil to red-wine vinegar. You need to mix one-and-a-half parts olive oil to two parts red-wine vinegar..