Three weeks later...The Predator looked at the middle aged woman spread eagled on the huge four poster bed. She was tied hand and foot to the bed by t...e stockings he had taken from her dresser. She was just to his taste; her heavily made up face was framed by her permed red hair. He studied her for a minute. Her pale skin was sprinkled with freckles just visible under the layers of foundation, face powder and rouge. Her eyes were pale blue framed by her dark mascara and eyeliner and her bright. The achingwas so bad, I didn't know if I'd make it. Compounding my need was thefact that mom was at the table enjoying her Kent Golden Lights 100's andcoffee."Mom, I want to get my ears pierced this weekend." I said rememberingSylvia's command while eating my cereal."Really, which one?" she asked somewhat surprised."Both," I replied."Both!" she exclaimed obviously upset. She suddenly calmed down a lookof sad resignation on her face added, "Okay, then. I guess that's thestyle now for guys,. I said, "Unless he's suicidal, call him away from the plane or I will shoot him." No one said anything. He was about fifty feet away from the plane when I drew and shot him with my pistol. He fell dead on the tarmac. I kept my pistol out and turned to face them.Bennie said, "Glenn, that wasn't smart. I think that you should go back to your wagons and leave."Glenn's eyes hardened. "We don't want you but your little wifie will stay with us. Ed and I need a new play toy."Bennie chuckled, "I don't. However it was a job, it got food on the table and few other necessities.A noise at the front door roused him from his daydream.He looked up and saw a nice looking woman, “Devon you need to re-make the bed at 503.”“Yes, miss Lane.” Devon answered.She smiled widely and a second later she was gone.Devon sighed. That’s another redo he’d had to attend to. Too many of these.“I thought this would be a cushy gig.” He whispered.Devon worked hard. When he was working, his work took every ounce of his.