She was driving me crazy.I texted her one afternoon, just before quitting time, ‘Let’s go out.’‘Where in the fuck would we go to have more fun...than this?’‘I don’t know, a movie?’‘You want to ramp it up, huh? OK, pick me up at my apartment at 7:00 tonight. We’ll go to a movie. And bring some nipple clamps, those nice ones with teeth, you know? They’re for you, not me. I like to have something to play with in the movies, and I like to play with nipples, so the combination will be. By about 10 most everyone had left. One man that I had met earlier was still there. His name was Bob and he had a beach house just a couple houses down the beach. He was in his late 40's, about 5'10"and weighed about 250# with a pretty large beer belly. All evening he had sat on the couch with a tiny young black girl tight up against his side. She wore a simple but nice black dress with no jewelry. I had been introduced to him but not her. After things were winding down I had a chance to. The steel jacketed bullet went through the door. They didn’t have Kevlar inserts. That man was on the ground. There was only one left without a wound.I shouted, “Load your people and get out. Don’t come back. I take my privacy and rights very seriously. I will not tolerate an invasion.”The one not wounded holstered his weapon as he stood lifting his hands in the air. He went to one and helped him to the back seat of the car. He went around to the passenger side and helped that one inside. He. He tried to pull Eric out of the lofted bed, but Eric simply kicked Westy's hand away. I heard Eric sigh, and then he lightly leapt down and landed on the balls of his feet right in front of Westy. Eric showed absolutely no intimidation at all, even though Westy had about two inches on him. Eric looked strong and fit, and he looked confident."Look, friend, you tole Porter you was gone for the weekend," Eric said quietly. "Ain't our fault you changed your mind."Westy tried shoving Eric back, but.