Had other ideas. She said, “I understand, but will you please just stay with me a little longer in the back seat.” I knew it wasn’t a good ide..., but I couldn’t resist.I went in the back of her Jeep Grand Cherokee with her. We started kissing. That didn’t last too long before M. lied down on the seat. There was just enough lamp light from the parking lot lamp posts for me to make out that she was wearing royal blue cotton panties under her skirt. Remembering that soft, full bush I had. "No, Mom. Let me." But Ashley..." her mother started."No mother. I have to do something. You and his mother wanted me to be involved in his life anyway. Right?"Mrs. Cork reluctantly returned to where she had been standing.Ashley turned to the prisoner. "Lou, clear me some space around the prisoner." She took General Smith's gun before he knew she was doing it. "Ken, if he twitches, shoot him."Lou cleared a space as the prisoner sullenly stood there glaring at everybody."What do you have in. "I have to admit, I came like I haven't in a long time", she said. Wow, I didn't know she got that much out of our experience. "So we're on for this Friday?", I asked her. "You better believe we are!" she said. "And you better dress up for us this time", she demanded. "I'll do anything you want", I obediently answered her. "Good!, You better if you want more of us!", she growled. "See you Friday my little bitch girl", she finally said to me and hung up.When Friday evening came, I started. “I see now who it was you hired me to protect you from,” he said. “And it’s not those guys back at the warehouse. You might’ve given them the illusion of owning you for a couple of hours, but lets face it, you were eating them up alive. You’re the only one you need protection from.” She wondered if she were as transparent to the people close to her daily existence. Then she had to wonder whether or not she cared. Her entire life had always been about going through the motions. Even her forays.