"Well, for openers, one of the guys in my shop ran into Charlene and her fiancee at a club. She introduced the guy and he is a frigging giant, and his...demeanor made it clear that he doesn't put up with any shit." "Now for the good news: Sara and Molly are talking about trading us back and forth. Now, I know you have always had a thing for Sara and I would love to get it on with Molly, so you best walk a straight and narrow line friend, or you'll blow your ass out of the water." "The good part. Anyway, besides hearing repeats about the debacle of my presentation that didn't happen. I picked up on some rumours about the reason why Wendy Montague had chosen to clock me one. The consensus of opinion appeared to be, that it concerned an incident that had occurred on the island of Martinique."Martinique, what the fuck was supposed to have happened there? Where is the place anyway, ain't it one of the places the poseurs go to? Can you imagine me going to a place like that?" I asked to the. The message had only 11 words but they sent a chilling warning!"Race and you will suffer the same fate as your father!"He quickly deleted the message and decided to ignore it completely. Later he was to find out that was a mistake but he was, after all, only a simple jockey with a simple outlook on life.George's father George was in a very good mood after an enjoyable evening at the pub just outside the racetrack grounds. Some old admirers had bought him several rounds just to hear his stories. Her blue eyes glaring angrily up at me."now now selah dear. dont struggle to much or you might hurt yourself!!" I laughed quietly to myself, thinking of all the pain i was going to cause her. I slowly bent down and untied her legs, yanking on them and dragging her accross the room the the big wooden table. she fought valiently but of course, lost. I threw her onto the table so her whole body slammed down on her hands which were still behind her back, her eyes filling with angry tears of pain. i.