Tell me about getting off track. You know about Linda’s father don’t you?”“Yes. Sometimes a person has to regroup and begin again.”“Oh dea..., this might cause a problem with the sleeping arrangements I had planned. I had the idea that you and Linda were sleeping together. We only have the two beds.”“No we aren’t sleeping together, but just for a couple of nights we could. I brought pajamas and I assume Linda did too. I’m sure Linda will trust me not to go animal on her.”“That may be, but can you. A grin began creeping across her face, then he heard her sniff, trying to clear her nose. Finally, the sound of her soft laughter joined his as he fell back on the bed, hands over his face, trying to find a way to stop.After a minute, he managed to gain control of himself enough to start making sense of the situation. Donna was now sitting on the bed beside him, laughing openly and holding her sides. It seemed to be a release from the tension she had been feeling about her secret and what his. Words like cunt and suck and fuck and pussy and cock and prick... and a myriad of combinations. Goddamn it, she thought, outraged at herself, this HAD TO STOP!She turned down Revere Lane and begun looking for the apartment. Bob had described the place well enough and she found it without trouble. A few blocks of bungalows done in Tudor style preceded the apartment house. Betty saw it standing out incongruously, a white circular building surrounded by freshly transplanted stubby-looking pines,. Since she did not hear any other noise from the remaining captives, her assumption was that they had their throats cut to prevent them from crying out and alerting their pursuers that they were hidden in the grass. She figured her brave was obliged to do the same but for some reason he had reneged on his duty and slid away into the woods with the other braves to fight another day. That meant she was the only living person to meet up with the surrounding captors and she knew it meant a beating.