No, don't kill me. Don't.' 'Who said anything about killing you? Now wouldn't that be a waste. I can shoot you and not kill you so I think I'll...start with your leg. They sure are long enough so I shouldn't be able to miss.' I aimed around her knee level. 'No. No, God no. Don't shoot me. Not in the legs. Not anywhere.' 'Then take your dress off then.' 'Please. Please, I don't want to. Don't try to make me.'Page 3. 'I already know what you don't want to. A waitress job, if nothing else she could be a waitress.The menagerie of misfits has increased in number since the last dinner, Carol thought as she looked around the table. She included Tom Jensen and Tammy from the ranch among the misfits. Loveable misfits, she corrected. Tammy and Janice had a thing going, Carol knew. Tammy had spent the night with Janice after the last dinner at the compound.She smiled at Vince, and he returned her smile. A sweet boy, Carol reflected. Carol thought of him. I met this one lady through there and we talked about sex right away. So at first I thought it was a guy until she asked for my number and then I got to hear she was legit. She was an older lady who was now caring for her mother. She told me she hadn’t had a lover in long time but now needed something to look forward too. I offered to come over and massage her. She delightfully accepted and asked me to bring over some porn. I packed a bag of scented body rub, and some porn, and headed over. I. They all agreed about that. Scotty was torn, because that day was the day he was going to get his first lesson and practice in driving. I knew he was torn, because while he got dressed to do that, he kept stealing looks at his brother and sister, who were sitting across the table from each other naked, playing chess. I wondered who'd win, and whether it would be because he or she was better, or less distracted.Scott kept looking back in the back, occasionally, as he sat in the navigator's seat.