"Andrew. At least try to put some effortinto the roleplay. We did this all for you."Andrew sighed. "What do you want from me, woman?" Treat me like I ...eally am your mother." My mother was an abusive shithead who spent her life being a drunkwreck. I hope the cunt dies of cirrhosis. Do you want me to beat the shitout of you to get even?"Jane glanced at Andrew. "That...that explains some things." What things?" Why you are....you?"By now, Andrew's erection had long since faded and he got off the. 38 caliber pistol. She immediately pointed the pistol at my chest and said, "Freeze, 'Loverboy'!" Tell him to let go of her!" I demanded while continuing to rise.She raised her pistol and pointed it directly at my head and in a calm voice said, "He won’t hurt her as long as you both do what we say. Now sit back down and shut up!"I looked over at Vicky struggling behind the door and slowly sat down.Her left arm pinned by the door, Vicky screamed curses at the man. The whole time she screamed she. I saw some sort of delapidated barn with 2 psycho clowns opening the doors (i hate clowns). We pulled inside the barn and it was pitch dark inside with people in the wagon wondering what to expect. All of a sudden strobe lights come on to reveal graffiti seen by black lights scrawled across the walls. "Sweet Dreams" blasted its way through the barn as horror figures approached the wagon and started grabbing at all the women. That song is so erotic for seduction, foreplay and oral sex it. Better to save it. The General sent me more coffee, arrows and bolts, but those latex socks might be all I ever have, and it’s not as if I can run down to the drugstore and get another box of them. I’m here forever. Then aloud, “Dammit. Those assholes needed killing. They were killers and would have killed again. Mr. Mazarella wanted them dead before they managed to kill him. Of course, he was just as bad as they were. Then I got caught in a torch job that I didn’t want any part of to begin.