Nothing real fancy. It's usually crowded on Saturday nights. No one knows why. Yesterday was one of these nights. All my friends canceled. Bummer! So ... took things in my own hands. So be it! I thought. Let's make this one of these nights. I have gathered quite some experience in this kind of thing: getting laid. I don't know why the girls fall for me. But I like it that way. No, I don't date. Yes, I do fuck around. Call me a scumbag, if you want, but girls who fall for a guy that picks them up. A true friend is always willing to advance the happiness of a friend.’ ‘OK if you can get Harry it goes without saying Brenda would be ecstatic.’ ‘Well a week from this Saturday there is a Halloween Party at a frat house that Harry & I are naturally invited to. I think this party should be something that might be appealing especially since we are playing Indiana here that day, and there is no way we are going to lose. So Harry should be in a good frame of mind that night.’ ‘Oh that sounds. Dark sensuous eyes and, did I mention already, fit as fuck? This man screams power but he's one of the sweetest men I've ever met. I already feel my panties getting wet at the sight of him. He coughs and I realize I'm freaking gawking at the man. ”Shit, sorry, zoned out. Hey, dad, these are Thomas’s things. Wait, sorry I guess I shouldn't call you dad anymore.” I give him the box and take a step back. He eyes me from head to toe. ”You can always call me that, sweetheart. How about you come in. She led them back into the house through the backyard. They backdoor was nearest the bedroom. They waded through police and criminologists into a very crowded room. In the middle was the bed with a decent size bloodstain, another one was at the foot of the bed. After seeing so much blood on tv and movies it was almost too easy to believe it wasn’t real. ‘So. Okay. The scene of the crime.’ Roland plopped the ice pack back on his head. ‘Shut up and pay attention. Did you see us take any bodies.