She said she had to pee so I let her go in the bathroom as I looked in her bedroom. I never went down there so I was shocked at how messy it was she h...d all kinds if underwear all over the floor. She called my name and said "come here for a sec I need help"I walked to the bathroom and asked her what she needed help with. She said " I have to pee but can't get my clothes off help me."I reluctantly tools off her belt which was like solving a god damn puzzle. I started to walk out when she said. These two were hot and she couldn't deny how thick the air became when they were all standing close discussing her flat tire. Brad offered for her to go sit in his truck while he and Mike changed her tire. She didn't want to get in his truck, but she did step back and lean against it while they worked. She watched as Mike's muscles rippled and he forced the lug to turn. Then as Brad bent over and pulled the spare tire from her trunk, letting it bounce on the pavement between his feet. She was. She had always tried every way she could think of to make Lisa as unattractive as possible. The ridiculous clothes she made her wear with her hair up and no makeup had stunted her social development to the point that Cheri was certain that Lisa would never turn into the slut she had been. Apparently, the slut gene was more critical than the way her mother made her dress. Cheri had found evidence that Lisa had blown her Daddy. Now that Cheri understood her mistake, she was determined to help. "What about my wife?" Don't tell her where you're going! The less she knows the better... and she'll be safe where she is... because now, it's you they're after! If you're in a hospital... or a morgue, you'll be no threat to Ramsey... and his plan to clean up on the next championship fight!" Where'll I be going?" To a little cabin I've got... up in the mountains!"Betty Ballard didn't really like to drink, but she had just poured the third martini for herself, determined to get drunk... falling.