Then, with a snarl, “You’re dead now, asshole.”He took a swing with a large fist, but somehow the big man avoided it, wrapping Cracker up and pu...hing him away.“I don’t really want to hurt you,” said Eric. “This is over. Just let us go.”“Oh it ain’t fuckin’ over,” hissed Cracker. “Besides, you ain’t takin’ these cunts. Me and my dick gotta date with them tonight.”“Okay, now I want to hurt you,” said Eric.He moved. As in moved so fast that Connie had a hard time tracking it. But he didn’t try to. ”Her eyes flashed. “And well you should recognize it.”Mimi’s turn:Maybe I need to stop waking up. Day before yesterday – really early – like one in the morning, I woke up because my butt was wet. When I stood up, I was in a foot of water. The lights were out. I’m an RN – registered nurse – and I keep one of those neat little penlight flashlights. One’s always on the night table beside the bed. I grabbed it, verified what my wet feet and my wet back told me. We’d been having rain – a deluge –. Faith said, ‘I’m going to the bank to deposit your loot.’ She turned to look at him. ‘Last chance to take the money and run.’ ‘Uh-uh, this is the best thing I’ve done in years,’ he said, with a wink. Then, glancing at the gas gauge, he added, ‘Leave me the keys and I’ll fill it up.’ ‘Okay, but use my credit card,’ she said, fishing through her bag until she found it. ‘I don’t want people to think I have a ‘Sugar Daddy’.’ Acting hurt, he complained, ‘Aren’t Sugar Daddies suppose to be old. We had another lovely meal and a glass of wine. I can’t remember what we had because I’d got all excited again, and I was relieved when we settled down on the sofa with me one end, feet up on his lap at the other end.“We left it at the point when you retired, having had your wicked way with various housekeepers. To think that I was around at the time and it could have been me looking after your home and your lovely cock. I’d have been extra good at both.”“I’ve no doubt about that, but I didn’t.