So glad we could accommodate you,” Isabel said.“Hey, don’t say it like that. Listen ... how about you convince me to convince Zan to stick aroun... and help with the big bad bat?” Lonnie said.“I thought that’s what I was doing?” Isabel said.Lonnie smiled while she inched her way closer, “No. I mean convince me,” Lonnie said seductively as she started trailing her fingers over Isabel’s arm.“Are you nuts? We’re practically...” Isabel started but Lonnie kissed her.Their lips pressed together as. The taxi driver I thought was going to die as he watched this.Then Cathy slipped into the cab and she was gone. Angie was leading the buxom blond by the hand into my house and she brushed past me. I reached out to grab the door and closed it and gave a quick look around no body was in sight. I turned around and was greeted by a very naked and fucking hot blonde standing in front of me with her over coat bunched up on the floor around her high heeled feet. Angie was fishing around in her bag and. Fortunately, the place was almost deserted because the new shift was not due for another hour and the old one was still scattered hither and yon on the darkened mean streets.I saw a cleaning lady face down in her cleaning pail and she was missing the top of her head indicating they were using shotguns for fatal results and maximum coverage without much need for marksmanship.Inside the bull pen, I saw Rita slumped in a pool of blood right next to Detective Jones. She was still alive but I could. Over the next few days members of the group followed him. His patterns established the plan was finalized. Frances enjoyed the business of turning herself into a street whore. It wasn’t the first time she had done so but on previous occasions it was to satisfy her own carnal, feral needs. She chose the Goth look that they knew Ferman liked. Heavy black boots, fishnet holdups, a micro-short and ragged black skirt, a tight leather t-shirt, her hair shaped and gelled. She wore black lace,.