We’re doing a mailing tomorrow. I’ll set the final bid date for the end of October and give the winner another week to remove the cars. If Mr. Daw...ins starts the job the middle of November he should be finished by the end of the year.’ ‘Are you going to be here that long?’ ‘It looks that way,’ I said, not wanting to go into detail about how painful it was for me to tell Amanda and Phillip that I didn’t know when I would be coming home. I was even reluctant to tell them that I’d be home for. She wasn't especially attractive. A bit dumpy, in her 30's, with shoulder-length black hair. She was wearing blue jeans and a red t-shirt, She invited me into her cluttered living room. I sat on the couch, and she at a table with a computer. We made small talk for a few minutes, then, gesturing with my hands, offered the massage. Dierdre smiled and said I thought you'd never ask. I stood behind her, and gently massaged her shoulders and neck. After several minutes, I 'accidentally' slipped my. .. she had to get out.. Go back to the safety of her home... She wanted to run into her lover's arm and feel safe... But, how could she?No matter, she had to get out... she dried her face and hair rapidly, didn't care if the room was left on a mess. -"Fuck you, Randy... I would trash this place if I wouldn't want to leave so badly!" - She thought to herself, almost vocalizing her thoughts.She closed her blouse and left heading for the closet where her purse and shoes must be... she felt relief. “We are here on behalf of Prissy,” answered Tharpe.Tuck felt a tinge of guilt or something. He had no idea why.“Yea, I’m Grayson,” answered Tuck.“Just do us a favor and listen to all these messages,” said Reggie as he motioned to Chuck.Chuck then pulled Tuck’s cell phone out of his pants pocket and tossed it to Tuck.Tuck dialed his voice mail box, like he had started to do earlier. Tuck listened and listened to message after message of Prissy crying, apologizing and pleading. There was even a.