She tumbled off the chair, hitting her head hard on the concrete floor. A wave of dizziness washed over her. Unable to stop herself, she started cryin.... The bitter iron taste of blood in her mouth almost made her gag.Rough hands hauled her up and shoved her back in the chair. Tears falling, she watched the big guy slowly stand. Now his eyes were beady, dead, and mean.“Where are the documents?” he demanded, sounding vicious.When he raised his hand, Callie shied away, her face still hurting. It. It was remarkable. This woman didn't look old enough to have had a teenager. Remembering why he was there, he grew embarrassed and blushed, then stared at his feet as he replied in a monotone, "No, ma'am, I haven't heard anything. Um, neither have any of the others."On hearing the word "others' uttered, Mavis flashed back to the scene that had greeted her when the door to Donny's apartment had opened and she'd stepped inside.Donny had opened the door in the nude. His semi-erect penis came to. What's the problem?"As I reversed the car out of the drive it made a squealing noise, then a bang and a red light came on so I turned the engine off"I had a good idea what the problem was. I popped the bonnet and I could see that the alternator belt had snapped. I moved the car back on the drive."I'll have to get a new belt. I'll be back shortly. She turned to go back into the house. This gave me a chance to have a good look up and down. She was a bit younger than myself. She had shoulder. Silmaria gently nudged the horse in the direction of camp with her knees. Nemiah needed no further direction and walked at a relaxed pace back to their camp, leaving Silmaria free to spiral deeper into the swirling vortex of her thoughts. Her mind raced about, spinning in every direction possible and dragging her along for the ride. Ricard had seemed a perfectly normal, agreeable man. Reasonable, and kind even. A good example of a pious man living in service to his god and others. Silmaria.