"I put out a description of the truck; if we find it, we'll question the driver," announced Tom."Great I appreciate that. I would like copies of the p...otos of this sent to my office in the morning," stated Sam."Will do, sir," replied Tom.We walked back in the house. So far it was just annoying. He really hadn't done anything all that illegal, and we weren't even sure it was The Rev. Sam was grilling dinner and Mom had invited Cat and Terri over. I would have called, Laura but I knew she was. "You're blocking my parking space," Adam said as he pulled beside them. "Move that piece of shit to visitor parking or I'll have it towed away."Eric's face turned to the voice quickly. He figured Adam would be back mucking up horseshit for the week. He expected to find Mary or Rachelle or, even better, Shelly, at the apartment. But they had knocked for 15 minutes and no one had appeared."We're here to get my daughter's things," a man said from the other side of the truck."I don't give a rat's. "Beer? Can't skinny dip without beer," Stephan tooktwo bottles out of the bag and twisted off the tops.He handed her one."Want to sit a while?" he gestured towards an alcovewith benches on two sides. A shower spray hung on thethird wall. She sat and took a swallow of her beer andshivered. Stephan disappeared, four heat lamps came onoverhead, warmth flooded over her. He came back,"There, that better?" "Answers for everything, haven't you?" Stephan grinned at her, "No, not quite, I don't. "W..who are you?" I stammered. "I am Lawan," she said, without looking up. She held out a small white envelope. "I am for you, Sir."For me? I thought to myself. What's that supposed to mean? I took the envelope from the girl's hand and opened it reading the contents: Dear Mr. Kirkman, The girl who handed you this note is named Lawan. She is there for your use in any way you see fit. She will be your butler, your maid, or your whore if you desire. She is well-versed in how to please a man, and.