Bring it over and if she likes it I'll give you full price. Fair enough?" How charming," James Lytle sneered. "Now we can all kiss and..." He shook hi... head. "I thought you were tougher than that. You let this cripple in a wheelchair scare you? What am I paying you for?" He shook his head."Hey, asshole, I don't see you down there on the sidewalk trying to kick his ass. As for pay, you owe us big time and we want our money. All you did so far is come around and give us a few hundred for a couple. Should have been gray or brown.No CO asphyxiation. The Harrisons made it out with time to spare. Time to grab electronic devices, the contents of a wall safe, one Roy Lichtenstein original.If I remember Gary’s strolling lecture correctly, fire wants three things -- oxygen, heat and fuel. He put the emphasis on fuel that morning on Summit.I would put my emphasis on the Harrison family. Mother, father, two teenage girls. Arson made sense only when there was a connection to one of the homeowners.. Even without my hands, I rubbed myself against my bed until I came again and again.”Han sat in astonishment, listening to her tale. As she spoke, his gaze followed her hand, gliding up and down her phlegm and cum drenched pole. He realized with sudden clarity that she wasn't the only one who was addicted.“I don't care if we're prisoners. If they want a dozen shows a day, we'll give it to them. I want more. I NEED more.”Han nodded. He felt it too. They were both willing participants now. Drugged. Or he was until Mom told him sternly to put them away. ‘We get few enough occasions to visit with Crystal these days,’ she said. ‘You’re not going to spoil it by getting your nose in work.’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ he said with a disarming smile. Mom just shook her head in bemusement and hooked her arm in with his. I had to smile, because it was obvious that they were two people in love. Indeed, even as the thought crossed my mind, their hands clasped in an easy familiarity that told me they’d been in love.