"Please don't whip Scotty mister. I know he sounds mean but he ain't really. The Mayor, and by the way thank you for killing that son of a bitch, had ...cotty beat up bad when he first came around and he ain't right in the head now. They made Scotty do some awful stuff when he got over the beatin' but he ain't such a bad guy. He just needs someone that is decent to tell him what to do. The reason he doesn't want to eat the deer is because he keeps talkin' about Bambi and the evil hunters," he. They came back to the bar with us and hovered over us for most the evening. My guy had his hand on my shoulders and kept trying to lower it down first the back of my dress, but as the evening wore on, the front too.I did put a stop to that. They bought us four or five more drinks and realizing how late it was getting, and I could get myself into a very compromising situation, as could Susan, who was having as much fun, I motioned to her it was time to leave.The guys were somewhat. I began to run for joy, the grassy plain was soft under my bare feet. Escape was mine! Freedom!A twig snapped loudly behind me, causing me to suddenly spin around. A great brutish man stood looking at me from under bushy brows, between us lay close to fifty feet. He glanced around quickly and took a step, his shoulders hunched and ready to spring as if he sensed my fear.His sudden appearance made my heart leap, I spun quickly and began to scramble up a small grassy knoll in panic. He started. One day while John was at work he came by and he and Nina went out together. When John came home to find a note that stated he and Nina went out to look at some materiels and that the k**s were with a babysitter. Hours later John became very concerned and after not being able to reach Nina on her cell, called a number that he had been given by the black man as an alternate contact number. The person that answered the phone was the uncle in Shereveport who related that he had no idea what was.