She could have lit a candle with her eyes. Roger was gone. Her toy, her catharsis, her revenge was gone. Storming into the living room she smashed the...couch side lamp to the floor."Where the hell is he?" Angie screeched in an almost inhuman voice. "I want him and I want him now!" We don't know where he is or Teresa either." Ginger said quickly trying to calm her a little, but Angie's look had little comprehension and maybe even less sanity in it."Where are they?" Snarling through her teeth. ”Again, the applause went off the scale, with people stamping their feet. For some reason, these people supported Eric, despite everyone’s conflicting reactions the past several days.“Before getting to your aborted space mission, let’s discuss how you escaped a kidnapping single handed.”“I didn’t do it alone. The criminals—CIA operatives—helped, and the police are still filing the paperwork. No government project is complete until you fill out twenty-three forms.”“I’m sure the CIA guys were. He must have sensed my morning stretch because he awoke realized where his hand was and yanked it away."Gail, I'm so sorry, I didn't know." Don't worry about; I sort of enjoyed waking up that way. Go out and get dressed; I'll be out shortly."He crawled back to the front seat, got his sneakers and clothes, and jumped out of the cab to dress. I reached over and grabbed my jeans, pulled them on, changed my tee-shirt, and pulled on my boots. I grabbed my jacket, opened the berth door, and climbed. Now he knew it was time to rectify the situation, caused by little Ashley.Ashley had worked at Jackie Smith’s restaurant and had caught his attention, 5’5? 130 with nice, youthful, but nice curves. She always wore tight black pants, and whenever Jackie was around she would bend and move as provocatively as possible. And he noticed her right away, he noticed her as a fourteen year old slut, this made his dick jump a little. Jackie was known in town for one Italian eatery, one Mexican, one.