” I rummaged around in Miranda’s head, demanding to know who this girl was. Miranda stayed focused and drank the almost tasteless broth. Might as ...ell have just boiled water out of the bay.“I do not know what came over me, dear,” Miranda said. “I am sure I will be better soon. I may be asleep when you come to bed.”“I will be quiet. Father and Miss Dolly want me to sit at dinner with them. I will come to bed afterward. Do you need help getting dressed for bed?”“No, Theresa. Here. Take the cup. My thought is that you need to hit ‘em where it REALLY hurts -- Deena, I think you know a little about such things. And by the way, very informally I understand that you crushed at least half his family jewels -- GOOD job, girl!”“Now, to hit ‘em where it REALLY hurts, you have to hit ‘em in the wallet. My advice would be to get some kind of personal injury lawyer -- a GOOD one. Sort of a pit bull with a briefcase, kind of lawyer.”I said, “Jim, that’s good advice. Let me ask, have you ever heard. I didn't know where she lived, her phone was unlisted, and at work there was never an opportunity. Our workplace was casual, everyone wore casual, soft sole shoes except Alice. I could hear the sound of her high heels hitting the tile floor from across the building. She walked slowly with a confident roll of her glorious hips, and I almost always knew where she was by the sound of her heels. She always dressed as if going out, and I would try hard to get a look at her sweet ass, even at a. You need to go anyway. It's one thing for them to see me, but if they spot you, your daughter could be in worse trouble."She nodded.I turned to tell Renée and the others to go, but the sudden change of their expressions only confirmed what I was worried about.Fear for what could happen gripped me, but I didn't let it keep me from reacting.Then I heard the motorcycle. Spinning I saw someone on a motocross type motorcycle come off the street. They were aimed right for me.Instinctively I dove to.