She was by far the best looking woman I'd ever been close enough to have a conversation with. She jumped right up into my truck without first asking m... if it was mine or not. I thought that was strange, but didn't make any comment about it.As soon as we pulled up into my garage and had gotten stopped and parked, Delilah jumped down from the truck and went rushing over to the bathroom I had in my garage. She went in without closing the door and squatted down on the toilet to pee.I found this. Maybe she could use a knife. That way, she would not need to go so far.Then she shook herself. She had no weapon; she even had no horse left. She had none. Larson had both. He could provide the weapon for his own destruction, and the transportation to the place where it could be discharged without bringing his troops down on her. All she had to do was to be nice to him.All? Being nice to Charles Larson would be the hardest job of her life. Still, Zach -- her fiance -- had given his life for his. As I was coming out of my bedroom in my boxers and a t-shirt, I heard sounds from behind my parent's bedroom door. Chrissy came out and saw me listening and joined me."Ugh, oh Richard—Yeah—Yeah—lick me—lick me, please?" Olivia, be quieter! We don't want the kids to hear, do we?" Sorry, I just love your tongue between my legs, I always have." Are you ready for my little friend?" dad said."That's not little and it doesn't seem all that friendly either," we heard Mom say."Oooooooooohhh,. Walker, and seemed to have found her balance.I looked at the outside door. "Alright you clowns. Let's try to look like a football team," I yelled.The locker room echoed with their cheers, but then, just as I got to the door, it died. I turned. Luke was standing just inside the other door. "Can I talk to you?"I nodded. "Mark, take 'em out. Two laps around the field, then give 'em to Robbie."He nodded, and, subdued, the team headed for the field. "What can I do for you, Luke?" I, uh, I just.