Guess you don’t want to work for your thousand dollars. I can give you some gas money for your trouble.”Charlotte stood thinking ‘they were all ...oing to disappear tomorrow. Who really cares if they see a flash of tit or a shaved pussy’. Charlotte looked up and said “OK but they can’t take pictures and you’ll be here so they can’t hurt me?” “I’m the only guy that gets to hurt you. And I’ll make sure they don’t take any pictures.” “OK then. What should I do first?” “Follow me over to the TV.” I. ”“Good.” I said. “Then I believe our discussion is about at an end. If you wish to speak to me further it will have to be at your office in the presence of my lawyer. Have a good day, gentlemen.”“Think about what we said Mr. Tall.” They advised as they left.“I’ll do that.” I told them, shaking my head.I looked at Seefor, who stared back impassively. “Why didn’t you tell me,” I asked him. “That you used to hang out with fed dogs? Does the boss know about that?”He gave me no answer except for a. "She is, I fear, something of a mystery, the child. But the young woman seems very well, rather sun-browned however, but very well. Wouldn't you say so, Priscilla?" Indeed," Priscilla said, holding her chin up and seldom meeting Matthew's eyes, letting her gaze pass over him very quickly. "We must apologize to you about the letter you sent. It was, I guess you would say, intercepted, mis-delivered might be better." She exhaled rather loudly and touched her fingers to her lips, looking down at. I quickly reached over and check her forehead. It felt warm and clammy. Her breathe was shallow, like she is having trouble getting in enough oxygen. I open her eyelids and shined a light in them. Her pupils were unresponsive. I took her pulse and it was weak, with about 40 beats per minute. I called 911. (I have taken many classes in first aid and knew what to do for the basic first aid. I knew what information the 911 operator would need). I gave the operator that information.She said, "An.