Rick decided to speak to one of his father’s friends. Pete went to the church, but he was more worldly and always seemed to take life less seriously...and was approachable. He was former officer in the Army, and he had appeared in Rick’s sexual fantasies. Rick put these out of his mind and plucked up his courage to visit him. Pete was a widower. His wife had left him and gone back to Australia less than a year ago. Pete’s k**s went to private school so Rick knew on a Saturday morning he would be. “Look, we got the new boat the other week, and I was wondering if you want to come out in it, see how it rides this Sunday. Sailing doesn’t start for another two weeks, and I thought you’d want to see it.”“Oh, I don’t know, Lori, I’m not sure if I feel like it,” I replied.So, was Lori making her move; now Cathy was out of the way? I certainly didn’t feel up to that, not yet.“No, you need to get out, and get some sun,” she said. “It’s just you and I, no one else.”So she was planning something. ‘Do you feel crazy Stephanie? Do you feel trapped?’ ‘I don’t know what crazy feels like doc,’ she said, despondence oozing out of her words. No violence in evidence though, which was a hopeful sign in my book. She might get herself another hangover, but I didn’t think she’d harm herself, and certainly not others. ‘Trapped? Yeah, like I’m trapping myself almost, with these thoughts of her that won’t stop. Maybe I’m trapping myself in my own head? Or maybe it’s her, using me to trap myself. Like. None was there. Quietly they slipped out of the window and dashed to the cover of the evergreens.Very sloppy. Only one man to cover the back, Chuck thought and shook his head.They silently worked their way to the front of the house. They spotted another thug squatting behind one of the evergreens. They took him out quietly. One-by-one, they took out the remaining hired guns. The thugs were all looking at the house and were completely unprepared for attack from the rear. Only the last one was.