It would kill her for sure."I'll start eating when you take off your clothes," Skip said. "Come on, Sis, what's your hang-up?" Oh, all right!" Jenny d...opped her fork, stood up, and started unbuttoning her blouse."That's my girl," Skip said. "Nice. No bra. Now peel down those shorts. No panties, huh? That's sexy."Jenny dropped her shorts and sat down naked at the table. She didn't know why she was letting Skip manipulate her like this. She looked across the table at him. "Satisfied? Now will you. ” She then burst into a full-blown cry. The tears flooded down her face. I put my pistol away, locked the glove box, and lightly placed my hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. You're safe now. You’re going to be fine. Are you hurt?” She shook her head no. We sat in the store’s lot for maybe five minutes until her sobs began to subside. I asked her, “What was that all about? Would you like to call the police?” She again shook her head no. “Would you like to get something to eat or drink?" “No.. “You have your cell phone? You could accept it right now,” Philbert looked excited at the prospect of me pulling my phone out and adding him right away.“Well, let me check with my HUSBAND first,” I tried to simultaneously avoid him and mention that I have a husband a few more times, in the hope that would stop him from following me around. Philbert hadn’t given up an ounce of his persistence.Mike had a glass of wine for me when I finally found him. I guzzled the wine down. Mike told me right in. A shared love of art took us to an exhibition of explicit work by an internationally famous painter by the name of Jonas. He was from Austria and as part of a world tour he had taken up a temporary residence in Australia.The exhibition had a theme of eroticism and had been the cause of some controversy because of what some people saw as its obscene nature.We weren’t about to be put off by that. In fact, it didn’t bother us at all.So it was a very pleasant autumn Sunday morning when Lyn and I.