Anne was left wondering what she was missing.Richard was taking a shower when the doorbell rang. Anne wondered who it could be, since it was well past...midnight. After fastening the safety chain, she opened the door. Outside in the hallway was Sally. It was hard to tell though, since her mascara was running down her cheeks and she was drunk as a bat.Sally noticed Anne. "Dear Anne!" She was tripping over the words. "Tell that 'boy' of yours, that if he can't see what's being served, then I'll. I smiled and gestured for her to come over. Jean came through the gate that separates our gardens and walked towards the patio doors. I went into the kitchen and opened the door to let her in. Jean stood there and asked if it was alright to come in. I said of course it is and held the door open for her. She stepped in and said are you not worried about one of the other neighbours seeing you naked when you open the door. I told her that as long as she saw me, I didn't care about anyone else. She began to fear for her life now, the bank's money wasn't worth her life, but she tried to remain calm and do as she was instructed, a lump in her throat as she moved into the office. One of the men took the branch manager and left, leaving the other to ride herd over her and the other two employees, the woman teller was crying as she looked around for a way out. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" the remaining gunman yelled as he slapped her across the face and Suzanne watched as she fell to her. She never hadmore on than her sports bra and a pair of running shorts. Shetaught an aerobics class over at the university gym that Bill hadjoined just to see her. Ben couldn't see her face, but knew itwas her. The tight butt, ponytail and bright yellow sports braleft no doubts in his mind.Her face was buried in the shoulder of this lingerie model. Bendid not know them by name, but had no doubt where he had seenher. She was about a foot taller than Bill (some of that was highheels vs. running.