There would be time enough to put them on once she was out of the house. She crept down the stairs and looked around. Tom was nowhere to be found. She...was free! She ran as quickly as she could without making noise. She was almost to the door when it swung open. Tom was standing there holding some packages. He had a surprised look on his face. Jennifer turned in the opposite direction and started to run. “Stop,” he said quietly. Jennifer froze in her tracks. “Damn!” she thought. Tom walked over. It was only this morning that I could crawl out from under him and call you. I need you to come pick me up," she said, sounding as nervous and quiet as a scared mouse. "Why can’t you just hail a cab or take the bus since your car isn’t there?" I said. "That’s the problem. See, the guy is this really tough black guy and…well, he lives in South Central," she said. My nerves jumped to attention. Here was this rich, famous white girl stuck in the middle of South Central. Man dad, you sure picked. We didn’t do any texting for two days. Then I invited her for lunch. We went to Social. She was wearing a semi-transparent shirt and three-quarter jeans with oversized sunglasses, looking like a cover page model.After a beer and some parathas, I held her pretty hands and kissed her fingers, asking her, “Baby, let’s finish what we started, it’s now or never.” She took a moment to answer, there was a twinkle in her eyes as she replied, “Only if you give me what I want.”We rushed to the hotel next. The man at the other end identified himself as a police officer and showed his badge through the peep-hole in the door. Nervously, I answered the door. “Hi, officer, can I help you?” I asked anxiously. “Miss, my name is Detective Liu Chang and I’m with the Southern City Police. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if I may?” he asked politely. “I didn’t do it,” I said jokingly. “Yeah sure, come on in and take a seat,” I added. Detective Chang was about 40 years old with short black hair with.