Jesse struggled. He was dizzy and almost ready to lapse back into unconsciousness again. He got as far as the closet when two large orderlies ran into...the room. The first one to reach him went down, felled by a throat chop. The second one dropped with a broken jaw. He opened the closet door and reached for his clothes."How you doin' there, Jesse?" came a man's voice from the door. Jesse slowly turned and assumed a fight stance. It was one of the two FBI agents he had put down in the sheriff's. He started to repeat himself when Joe interrupted."Hey, we need to take that shit off of her. I want to see her tits swingin' when I fuck her in the ass." My heart sunk, knowing he meant every word. Joe continued, "We could just pull it up over her head..." Nah, this is more fun." Chris held his hand out and Joe passed him his big hunting knife. Chris grabbed the back of my neck with his left hand and tried to intimidate me even more by sliding the blade across my cheek and down the front of my. Mah name is Charlotte." Looking at the new faces around the table she asked: "How many o' y'all were in that elevator with Beth?"Several raised their hands, but Beth volunteered: "We all were. We were all going to supper together at the end of our computer class." She pointed to each in turn: "Patty is Patty Burkety, the instructor for our class." She pointed to a tall woman in her mid twenty's with closely cropped white blonde hair and large breasts hanging low on her chest. "And Kristin. "I un-mute the phone and hand it to Jessie."Hey, mom." Jessie, your sister just left here. I know what happened there earlier today." Mom... it is all a big misunderstanding... " Jessie, fucking your sister's boyfriend is never a good thing... even with what you thought happened today. Melissa is your sister and always will be that. She is very angry right now at you and Mark."Jessie says to her mom, "She was really upset when she left here. I guess she went straight to you." She came home.