It was almost 9:00pm when I first rang their front door bell. It was a wonderful cool night tonight, no wind, no heat, just plain air all around you. ... was about to ring their doorbell for the second time when I heard footsteps approaching louder and louder from inside the home. It stopped really loudly, and then their door opened. And a woman appeared from behind the front door. Hi, you must be Lizzie, my names Maureen. Come on in. Maureen said. She looked like she was in her 50s. Her hair was. Everyday I like to start off like this, just to see where everybody is at, I like to be kept updated on all things. ‘The Gentle Hard-Ass’ is what they call me. They don’t think I know, but I do, and actually kind of like it, it more or less fits. I’m a ‘Hard-Ass’ because I expect the best, I don’t stand for laziness or half-hearted attempts. For example if an employee messes up I expect a man-size shape whole in a wall from how hard they hit it. I’m ‘Gentle’ because I also give the best from. Everything he said was so sugar sweet and sycophantic that Mike knew he was hiding his true self. When Mike heard his parent's give Scott permission to date his sister he felt like someone had kicked him in the gut.Mike hated the idea of Briana dating. He couldn't stand the thought of some pig putting his hands on her angelic body or having her sensual lips pressed against some boy's. The fact was Mike was the one who wanted to kiss Briana, to feel her naked body beneath his hands and ram his. ’ ‘Mark Ferry,’ he said, with a somewhat bashful smile. ‘We used to be high school classmates ages ago. Remember?’ Mark Ferry, the name did ring a bell. The image of a tall, very skinny geek from my high scool days came to mind. Typically someone I knew by name but never by actual contact. But standing in front of me was no skinny geek. He was still tall, but quite muscular. It was obvious, even with the sweatshirt on, that this was hunk of a guy. Broad, muscular shoulders, and developed arms.