And altogether bizarrotown!”“No more than you standing there and watching…”“No! Shush Lorna…” Chelsea pleaded tapping on Lorna’s lap w...th both hands.“What do you mean you want to watch next time, anyway? What next time?”“I mean in case there is a next time, you goof.”“With Stephen?”“With anyone. Any guy.”“Doesn’t Stephen have a say in this?”“Did we have a say in it when he spied on you having sex with me, last Friday night?”Late NightForeskin peeled back, throbbing pink shaft of his cock. Jake turned his hip into Frank, removing vulnerable targets. The bear hug shifted up, keeping Frank from being able to reach any of his concealed weapons.Frank could only thrash. His struggles weakened with each heart beat as the neurotoxin spread. Frank's breathing became shallow. Muscles went limp. Jake took the dying man back to Frank's car. Opening the back door, he placed Frank gently on the bench seat. "I only do as God's servant commands." Frank's eyes stopped moving.Jake eased back to. That had been an hour ago, roughly. It had been sort of funny for the first few minutes after the raid had started. The geeks in the crowd had started scurrying this way and that, scared that their wives or, better, their boyfriends would find out where they had been —watching Juicy Lucy Klintt. Oh yeah. Those ass holes had really been scared. Hey, but it wasn’t ever them that caught the shitty end of the stick when it was over (no pun intended). No, that was her job. And now she was going to. "Uh, that's probably a good plan, too," Adam said. "But it wasn't what I was thinking. I was thinking that you have said you were getting a Mini Cooper like Leslie, a Navigator like Rebecca and a Mustang. Do you plan to get all four?" Maybe," Allie said, sticking her tongue out as Adam parked. "I plan to invest in automobiles. Besides, if you had any sense, you'd get rid of this beast and buy something cool."Adam was still driving an almost 11-year-old Buick with more than 200,000 miles on.