So nimmt sein weiteres Schicksal seinen Lauf, er will nur leben, egal wie, er ist nur noch Sklave, Eigentum eines fremden HERRN.Einer nimmt die achtlo... in einer Ecke liegen gelassene Hose, durchsucht sie, findet Ausweis und Schl?ssel und ?berreicht alles dem Boss, den Geldbeutel haben sich wohl die Penner gekrallt um den Inhalt in Sprit umzusetzen. Man braucht ihn nicht mehr zu schlagen, um Auskunft von ihm zu bekommen, bereitwillig erz?hlt er wo das Auto steht. Einer geht los, zu schauen was. But still, she shouldn't have to pay the price she's going to have to pay for being a hero in this day and age. I for one don't like what that says about what this country has become."A few minutes later Mike shoved the twin throttles of the Learjet all the way forward. The plane raced down the runway between the colored lights, then launched itself into the black of the Arizona night sky. Jon had only made a couple night flights in the Learjet, and in a way they were even more spectacular than. More beer, some liquor and a few gifts."Just put the gifts over there, guys", I told them pointing to the side table.Dad walked in to greet his friends, shaking hands and hugging each other.These three guys were Dad's best friends, since college.Murphy was the tallest, standing six foot two, sandy-blonde hair, dark blue eyes. He was good looking, thirty four years old with a few acne scars on his face. Not fat, but not thin either.Brad was the oldest at thirty seven, but didn't look it. Smooth,. Linda’s lips brushed past mine and settled on her daughters; their kiss was one of practised lovers! Had they been making love in the bedroom earlier?Linda turned to me saying, “You were saying something about dinner being served Brad?”Sharing that meal with them was a wonderful feeling of belonging together. We chatted and laughed over anything and nothing really; simply relaxed and content being with each other. The fine wine did rather flow and eventually young Rachel became ready for bed.We.