Bostwick," came the sarcastic drawl of John Caldwell, "We've been waiting for you."While not mentioning it, John made a good point of showing the old ...olt .45 Magnum in his hand."Why don't you come in?" John undogged the rest of the latches, raised the trap door, and lowered the stairs.Barry climbed in, figuring he'd have to catch them off guard with his own weapon later. He walked down the long hallway, down the dip past the dining room, and into the living room at the back of the car. He. He’d always liked petite girls and he knew she was curvy based on the way her clothes clung to her small frame. But she was so covered in mud and muck that he couldn’t make out much more. “Let’s get that bath run. I’ll wash your clothes for you and then we’ll eat. I swear I won’t harm you.”Dakota hadn’t known many good people and was still suspicious of this man. But the idea of a hot bath and a meal was more than she could pass up, especially after her almost trash diving meal. Louis led her. Somewhere in this exotic landscape, perhaps in the mountaintop building, Willow was at the mercy of a demon horde that dwelled in a realm of fire and brimstone.The question was how to get off the top of this soaring mesa and down into the presumably subterranean hellhole in which her friend, the witch, was being held hostage by her tormentors. If the sides of the mesa upon the top of which Buffy had landed--or materialized out of thin air--was like the others, and there was no reason to suspect. ”Stone faced, she ignores my declaration, whereas normally she’ll gush when I tell her. I shrug. Oh well, I thought it would please her.Her pale blue and white skirt is spread wide, supported by gauze slips.I lift the skirt no more than a foot before her hands slam the material down.“No, Tony,” she growls.I give her a weak smile with an apology. “Sorry.”Shit! I know better than that. Girls like foreplay. In my eagerness, I’d forgotten everything I’d learnt. I really ought to utilise the benefit.