Taylor, are you coming home?" Mrs. Walker I can't really leave the studio right now. How is she?" Well, she stopped crying, I think she is asleep." Mr.... Walker, can you do me a favor please. Just peek in on her and make sure she's okay for me. But do it quietly if she is asleep. I don't want to wake her." Yes Mr. Taylor, just a minute." The elderly Mrs. Walker took each step slowly as she climbed the stairs and looked into the master bedroom. There she saw Diane, in somewhat of a fitful sleep,. The tall guitarist nodded. “He isn’t an irresponsible drinker.” He stuck his big hand out to Abigail then with a tight smile. “I’m Michael Diangelo, by the way.” Before Abigail could say anything, Rafael hit his forehead. “Where are my manners? This is Abigail, Gabe’s girl.” Abigail smiled as Michael’s hand swallowed up hers in a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you despite the circumstances,” he said with a nod. A very thin girl with bespectacled huge grey eyes and light brown hair approached. " she said with her light toned voice. "Good because I am not going to say nothing." I responded in a deep voice for obvious reasons of being pissed. She continued to ask me questions about our recent trip up to Washington. I just sat and looked into her tits, I guess she finally got the message and walked off. Her hips swaying side to side as she did. They let me out of the handcuffs and left. We walked into the clubhouse surprised to see everything intact. "Church, Brothers." Eagle announced,. Only a gentle breeze and a few birds accompanied him. As he climbed over the knotty roots and rocks along the shoreline, he wished he had worn something more comfortable than those tight red shorts, sandals and a flimsy white T-shirt. In fact, he thought it would be nice to be naked, but he felt a little too shy to strip down for some reason.As he got into a nice clearing, he first thought his metal detector had picked up something, but it was something else. It sounded like music and people.