If even a single peep comes out of your mouth, you’ll be dead before you complete the word. Just act as though we’re old friends.’ Looking down,...she saw the knife held casually in the young man’s hand, and knew she had no choice. Casting a pleading glance briefly at her escort, she realized that mercy was not a word he knew. Choking back a sob, she nodded, hoping at least that he would let her live. ‘Good, good. I’ve been watching you for awhile, slut. I’ve seen the way you carry yourself, and. I had a choice of going home to his condo or dancing. Isaid that we could go to his place. He smiled as he escorted me off thedance floor and out to the parking lot where his car was brought up tothe front door.We talked as Tom drove his car through the semi darkened streets. Thelight of the street lamps illuminated the interior of the car, allowingme to see, as well as feel, Tom's hand on my left thigh. At first, hehad rested his hand just above my knee, then, his hand had started toslowly. "You have that glow of a woman who has been well satisfied. I should know... I saw it in the mirror this morning," she laughed."I am satisfied. But we didn't go all the way."Sandra shook her head. "I have to admire your fortitude." Well, it wasn't easy. But the truth is that I didn't want our first time to be on the pool table."Sandra laughed loudly. "I can understand that. However, I told you there were fresh sheets on the bed upstairs." I know. It was very tempting but I want the first time. . or would she just desert him... let him sit and wait for them to come and get him... ?A cold tremor ran the length of Gil Martin's frame. He tried to shake it off. He'd even lost track of time, but the sun was streaming through their window. A few minutes ago... or was it an hour, he'd heard someone in the hallway and a door close. One of the twins, no doubt. He looked at his watch... 7:45. Christ, he couldn't lay there any longer. Maybe... maybe, if he went and talked to Jenkins again... at.