"Wait," Michelle gasped. Bridget stopped, looming over the barely struggling woman. "You're going to do me, aren't you?"Bridget nodded."Take your top ...ff, please." Michelle begged. What the fuck was she saying? She should have been screaming and yelling that if they let her go right now maybe, MAYBE, she wouldn't have them all arrested. Instead she's begging like a fratboy at Mardi Gras to have this kid pull her shirt off. She had to do something, she had to stop this somehow. Michelle's. "Jessica," my father said in a no nonsense voice, "every one of us has said unpleasant things to our parents." I haven't." Maybe there hasn't been anything worth fighting for," he said as he stopped the car. As though what he'd just said was nothing important, he continued with, "Let's get out."This time I did notice the curtains. Sure enough, we didn't need to knock. It was Jeanie that answered, though.She took one look at Jessica and started to say something.My father interrupted."Jeanie,. I had met him at a Tax Shelter seminar,of course, he was looking for tax breaks, and I wasteaching about how to get tax breaks. When we broke forlunch, I just happened to go to the same bar as he. Herecognized me and invited me to join him for lunch andI was happy to join him. Carl had three girls at his table, “George you got herejust in time, I was wondering what I was going to dowith all these women.”They all laughed, and as I was wondering if he waskidding me this redhead asked. 20pm, on his watch. Most folks wereasleep in this upper class area, when Dan slowly drove Tristan?s van into theresidential neighborhood, with Rob and Tristan in the back. He parked it in adark, unlit alley about two streets up from where Ritchie?s house was at.Getting their tools out of the van, they walked stealthily along the sidewalktowards their target, avoiding the lamp-posts. They madetheir final approach to the house, noting the low, white-washed fence thatwould make it so easy to climb.