As she approached meI felt like I was about to be shot. She helped me to myfeet and into the house. She told me to sit at thekitchen table and not to ...ove. The other girl stoodbehind me with a baseball bat just waiting for thechance to strike. As the first girl cleaned my woundsand taped my ankle I did my best to explain what hadhappened. I wasn’t sure she believed me but she saidshe wouldn’t call the cops if I repaired the damage Ihad done. I of course agreed. She said I was to. She skillfully removes the first stocking, and then the next. She stands, and slips off the belt, and then crawls back into the bed, making sure to look over her shoulder at him before she sits back on her bottom. Standing a few feet away, Clark is harder than he has been in a long time. He strolls up to the foot of the bed, grabs her legs and pulls her forcefully closer so that her ankles are at his shoulders. Ellie moans when he runs his hand down her leg to her butt, gently massaging it.. Normally Cindy wore clothes that were modest yet attractive to the office. This morning she had on a white blouse that was tucked into a form fitting black skirt. This skirt was what got his attention. It stopped a full five inches above her knees and as she sat in front of his desk, smoothing the material with her hands the slit along the side show a great deal of her thigh. "She has a great pair of legs!" Dough thought to himself and glanced at his wife."We have been friends for a long time,". Vincent nodded, bizarrely stooping to pick up theinstruments, and let Joey lead him off into the undergrowth behind thegas station."The attendant must've rung the police alarm, I guess," muttered Joey asthey scrambled through the brush and away from the scene of the killings.***Vincent was woken by a copy of the Informer landing on his head."Whuthufuh?" he mumbled."Mate, we're fucked," said Joey, who was sitting down on Vincent's bed.Vincent sat up on his elbows, "Jesus Joey, I told you not to.