I started getting hard instantly. She showed me around the living room and kitchen area, and it wasn't hard to see by the decorating that her boyfrien... was into NASCAR and model car building. I didn't ask where he was or when he would be home. I didn't care. "Thirsty?" Becky asked me, grabbing a bottle of water. "Yes, please. But first, I need to use the bathroom." I was really nervous. I also really had to pee. "On the right," she gestured. When I came out Becky was sitting cross-legged on the. Baxter.“Nobody moves!” screamed Haas.“Oh my god, he isn’t alone.” moaned Kenny from behind.Bill and Haas quickly separated those two and cuffed both their wrists behind their back. “No screaming or I’ll cut your throat!” Bill sneered at Baxter.“Please honey, don’t make any noise. We won’t hurt you.” Haas ran his fingers smoothly on the girl’s cheek. “Yo pig, where’s your safe?” he asked Baxter.“I don’t have a safe. I keep my money in the bank…” Baxter couldn’t finish.“Not a pig like you. Mr.. "-----"Well?" Brian asked, his eyes on the TV. "I- oh what the shit?!"Brian pushed himself frantically back against the couch as Ashley cameinto the room. She could smell the terror on him and she growled inresponse. She chuckled at him with her hitching laugh and then baredher fangs."Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck what's-"Ashley leapt at her husband, slamming into him. The couch cracked,breaking apart under her weight and ferocity. She held him by thehair, her long, deadly claws lightly pressed. "Guy 1: "OK. Here is where things stand. I have a lunch meeting with her tomorrow. We are friendly, but I also know that her schedule is packed. Hopefully, Helen can help shift some of that load. One way or another, we will know by one o'clock tomorrow. So, go to Mass. See a movie. Take some time for yourself. Either I land her at the meeting, or I am well and truly fucked. If it makes you feel better, I consider her to be replacing me, not you."Guy 2: "That's a point. If she has artistic.