’ He stepped forward and gathered her back into his arms. ‘It’s okay, Baby, I promise you, it’s okay. He is not going to hurt you. He knows I ...an get to him anytime I want. I’m good. I’ve been one of the best. But the first time someone like me feels himself hesitate, you have to stop or a lot of people will get hurt. I hesitated once. So I stopped. I quit. ‘Santos tried to find out about me. I don’t know what he knows—maybe nothing, or not much, but he knows something. My military records are. There were plenty of other chauffeurs if he wanted one.Today's journey started by searching for the hit men's boss. Nothing had come of it. The man, it turned out, died in a brutal argument shortly after ordering the attack on Bob. As a path of investigation, it totally washed out.Bob walked the wide paths, relishing the break from his search. There would be other leads to follow soon. He'd have to let Jorge know about this. The death seemed to indicate someone was carefully covering their. Sam was a good guy, and I kind of felt sorry for him. He used an even lamer joke than I had, the old "If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" gag. In spite of myself, I giggled when he said it. I had the sort of high, breathy giggle now that immediately turns guys on. He tried and tried, but he couldn?t get a rise out of me.I got a rise out of him, though. I could see it in his pants.It was like that the rest of the evening. A guy would come over and. "What name should we call you, anyway?" Janey asked from behind me. "Howabout Pansey?" Uh-er- th-they call me Denise, Miss," I said fearfully."Well Denise, we've arrived at Classroom Eight. Come on in."But the room they'd escorted me to was filled not with women dressed asyoung ladies -- like Grace and Beryl -- but with women dressed asschoolgirls like themselves!I looked about in confusion as girls milled about in the classroom,smiling at the shameful display of my shrunken privates, and.