I took a deep breath to try and relax my racing heartbeat. Nothing was wrong; quite the opposite. The speaker at the other end of the line had more or...less invited me to dine at a buffet of gorgeous, nubile young girls who seemingly had all gotten it into their heads that me fucking their brains out was a classroom course they were required to take.And this time, "fucking their brains out" might very well be taken literally. So was "classroom course" for that matter."Who was that, babe?" Dawn. Not that Penelope could throw stones, she had beenoutwardly promiscuous until she had met Bradley Wilson and sobered up.Penelope and Bradley were seated at their table at Bentley?s patientlyawaiting Silvia and her date. She was drinking a club soda and Bradleywas drinking white wine. He had told Penelope that he was willing togive up alcohol all together if she found it uncomfortable but she toldhim she had the drinking problem not him. He should not deny himselfthe pleasure of having a. That's barely enough to buy me gas to get there. I just filled my tank, though." Let me look in the front. Maybe it isn't as bad as you think."Without waiting, he went to the front of her car. Looking under the hood for a moment, he leaned over as far as he could trying to find the problem. A moment later, he knelt down in front of the car. Jill got out and approached him as he turned on his back trying to squeeze under the bumper, his hat and jacket now lying beside him on the ground."You're. "I'd like you to raise your hands please. You're being threatened with a gun. A masked man has it pressed hard against your belly," Gregg said quietly to the mayor's secretary. "And you too, mayor. Feel the chill of the pistol's steel barrel against you. Stare into your attacker's masked face, his cold dark eyes."As Gregg conjured the image intended to keep the Mayor and her secretary motionless while he searched the office, he suddenly became aware that his suggestions were not in the least.