The woman screamed and fainted from the pain.I quickly confiscated all of the guns, including the Uzi and the .357 revolver the man was carrying. Each...of the other three men had short-barrel Police Specials in .38 caliber. The woman had a 9mm Beretta. I was now the proud possessor of five pistols and a submachine gun, all of which I was sure were not traceable through ordinary police means.At that moment, I heard the door chime. It looked like it was safe to do so, so I went to the front. " David's not here either, but..." Fuck!" I frowned. "Where are they? I need them!" I don't know, but listen..." What?" I asked, feeling super annoyed and pretty worried because I didn't know what Jane would do, you know? She wasn't like other people. I loved her and I was going to cry pretty soon."Jane's here," Greg said and that confused me."What do you mean?" I mean, she's here!" Greg laughed. "It's weird, I dunno. She's in your bed or something. Pop's up there talking to her. Scott too, I. She was enjoying another bit of the chocolate cake she had ordered before, so she didnt even recognize the person that just entered the cafe. It was a black man, middle aged, probably 6 feet tall, very athletic and dressed casually but stylish. He was looking around if he could spot a free table, but there was no other place left than the seat next to that cute blonde girl, that now was twitching and adjusting the stockings on her long beatiful legs. Amy was looking up and saw this beautiful. "Don't worry about it," I said casually."OK," she smiled contentedly, and cheerfully headed to the kitchen to cook and clean. Part of me missed the old forthright and obstinate Wendy, but I had to admit the new version had advantages. And there seemed no doubt which Wendy was happier, a point I put to the test over dinner. I reminded her of our conversation on Friday night, the one about how her outlook had changed."How would you feel," I asked, "if someone could give you a pill that would make.