.Nowhere is safe," she said.Gary was Charlotte's older brother, but he was never able to contradicther. Little Charlotte, full of subtlety, possessor...of a wisdom far,far beyond her years. It must be terrible sometimes.Even from a distance, Grant's Gate was an impressive sight. Forty feetof hardwood boards, five feet thick and 18 feet high, held together byan iron frame and reinforced with sheet metal, stretched across thelength of Parkside's western entrance. Worn-out tires attached to. We were somewhere I didn’t recognize, and I really had no idea how long we’d been driving, or even what the main road was that we had turned off of. I got nervous and shy all at once, and he noticed it. He told me he was nervous too, but that he came out this way often enough not to get lost, and that he wouldn’t let anything happen that I wasn’t okay with. I relaxed a bit. When we got to the parking area, he explained that there would be a short walk to the cabin, and there were other cabins. She just hissed, then turned away from him."Fink!" she said, after the guy left."My dearest?" Fink answered, nursing his tumbler."Get to your knees, worm!"Fink looked at her. His face showed an unfathomable expression.Then he sank to one knee, hiding a grin. He also hid s small device in the palm of his hand."Both!" she said and he obliged. He now fully knelt in front of her.His thumb hit a button on the device."Explain your ridiculously poor performance to me, asshole!" the agitated woman went. . At lunch, I dropped the sheets off at the coin-op with the rest of my stuff for the lady who took stuff in to wash.When I got off work, I rolled by Crystal's and her car was there; more than that would likely get me detected, one way or another, so I went home to a TV dinner and bed.Nothing makes you crave pussy like just having had the good stuff -- have I mentioned that? By Thursday, I had the itch -- BAD! I lived with it as best I could...Friday, right after work, I drove thirty miles to a.