I'm a financial planner at a local bank. My wife? Tracy Pearson, age forty-five. We're what I would describe as an average couple, we do okay financia...ly, and we get along well in and out of bed. Me personally? I'm five-eight, my brown hair's thinned a lot over the years, but I think I look okay; I take care of myself. Her? Pretty, especially for her age, at least I think so. Evidently so does Hank, uh Henry, Williams, her boss: black, six-three, two-fifty, certified asshole.I am watching. John sort of preferred the dreams that revolved around torrid sex with normal girls; you know “girl next-door” kind of girls, girls with cute ponytails and regular lives. “She’s in danger John. Can’t you feel it?” John looked at Daniel and looked into his opaque distant yellow eyes that were so disconcerting. Yes there was something dangerous hovering nearby and John could sense it. He saw Daniel had a cut on his head. “What happened to you? Your head is bleeding.” Daniel licked his paw in a. I was actually surprised when she said OK. We drove over there pretty much in silence before finding parking on the street nearby. We kissed in the car as she told me that she was a bit apprehensive. I told her not to worry as I wouldn't let anything get out of hand My heart pounded out of my chest as we walked into the pitch dark theater. We lingered in the doorway to let our eyes adjust before walking down the left aisle settling into a row about halfway down. When we sat down I purposely. ??Not much privacy for a wedding night,? Carl said, staring at Flora?scell. Flora felt her face flush at what he was implying.Talbot glanced at the cell and chuckled. ?No, it?s not, but, like Isaid before, ?in the jailhouse? is ?in jail.? Come with me.? He ledthem to a door at the other end of the hallway. The door had a latchbolted on it, with a lock in place. The word ?Storeroom? was paintedon the door in white letters.?I?ll just lock you in here tonight.? He unlocked the door and.