Hewas a well built handsome guy in his forties. She thought that shecould become quite attached to a man like him. Too bad he was probablygoing to k...ll and take her money. She pulled down her skirt and sat onthe bed."I suppose I should introduce myself; I'm Steve Marshall," he smileddown at her.Michele paled; she knew who Steve Marshall was and, what he did for TonyLeonardo. She resigned herself to the fact that he was either going tokill her, or more than likely, call Tony and hold her for. Thankfully, the engine started, humming along as usual.I jumped out of the car to thank him, as he closed the hood."Just a loose battery terminal, you might want to get it looked at," hesaid smiling. I asked him if I could give him some money, he shook hishead and grabbed me, pulling me close."I won't take your money," he said, grinning, "but there IS something Iwant!"Spinning me around, and pushing me down over the hood, he flipped up myskirt, pulled down my thong, and then yanked out my plug,. Donna’s eyes feigned concern. But I knew mom was just being her usual dramatic self. “We’re not so sure.” Donna and I exchanged glances as mother continued. There was a hint of concern on her face, but mostly I saw compassion and a measure of understanding. This was no longer the 1950s and we lived in Chicago. “And that’s OK, Mikey” Donna leaned forward and touched my hand. “How does she know?” I responded with an inquisitive look and a hard stare at mom. “She has always wondered why you. Of course he hopes to see her also but at the same time, he’s driving very carefully, and he’s keeping his eyes on the road also. He does not see her and moves on. He makes a point of driving the same road each day that week. Nothing. Nope, he does not see her in that sports bra and those cute running shorts and showing off a figure meant for his body as far as he can see it. Days later, after forgetting all about it, he’s driving along, and there she is on the side of the road. She’s bent over.