At the time, I would have given anything just to talk to your back. Instead I got, who was it, one of your secretaries? ‘Compared to that, I think ...y back is much more considerate. So anything you have to say, my back is listening.’ Contritely, she replied, ‘I deserved that. Ok, I’m not so full of foolish pride, I can’t… because I still love you.’ ‘Hmmm… when did you reach that conclusion? Was it before you left town without saying goodbye, after you arrived at the big city, before or after. She went to him then, throwing her arms around him, and as they hugged he slid his hands down and cupped her ass, his hands almost totally covering her tight little butt, his fingers curling under, into the crease at the tops of her thighs…and into the space between. As he squeezed her ass he lifted slightly, and she jumped and threw her legs around his waist, laughing; he didn’t even grunt, or stumble, or seem to strain or have any need to re-balance himself, he simply assumed the additional. ”Just like that, the power was in our hands. I sat down with Evelyn after we’d each had an opportunity to process everything Kathy had said. Evelyn was in favor of going to the police. We’d recorded the phone call so we had proof of intent. No actual evidence, but a smoking gun. I was against the idea, citing Lotta’s insistence that her grandfather would and could do something to us. If we did nothing to Mr Bitterman, he’d leave us alone. We’d already been ‘paid’ more than forty thousand. FYI, I just have to get a new dress for the weekend'.'Well where are you?''I cut through Mellowfield on 2nd'.'That's Ghetto Sarah!'. There was a tinge of worry in her friends tone. Even freshman's were told on day one which parts of town to avoid.'Cindy. I'll kill that bitch!'. The prank was obviously on her as now Sarah thought about it, the area didn't look like it at all led to a high class shopping centre. Old, sad men pushed trolleys along the street and menacing black figures gathered.