”Surprised that Bob knew about the various lines of trucks, he was glad that he had brought him along. As a salesman headed towards them, Bob whispe...ed, “Let me deal with him. As soon as he finds out who you are, he’s going to try to get the most money out of you as possible.”Ed nodded his agreement. When the salesman reached them, Bob said, “I’m looking to buy a truck for my friend here.”“So what do you want?”Bob pointed to the truck that he had described to Ed. The salesman immediately said,. TJ grinned, “We’re going to be like Grace and Ed. This way, we can hopefully ‘meet’ them at the college for testing and become close friends! We’re flying out tomorrow on our Lear. We’ll arrange for a place for Ed and Grace to stay. It won’t look good if we all stay too close together.”Ed smiled at that idea, “Couldn’t Gracie and I just fly with you?”I nodded, “That would be helpful. Even with the biggest RV, having 9 of us might get a little crowded. We CAN bring Ed’s bass guitar with us if he. The poor girl seemed so sad; so lost, and alone; and I became consciousof a strange feeling of personal emotion, almost of compassion.Prickling eyes; a mobile lump in my throat, and, in spite of all myefforts a sensation of sympathy swept over me. Her sad story hit mequite hard, and without any conscious thought I rose to my feet; holdingout both arms to her to try and offer her some comfort.She stood up; walked towards me; snuggled her body close to mine, andput her head on my chest.It was our. "No really. I didn't even tell me fiancé I would be out." That doesn't matter now" he says, looming over me. "You cannot leave." What do you mean?"He smiles, cruelly."You made a pact. You are bound to me." I don't think so. I'm not 'bound' to anyone but my fiancé"He laughs again. The sound unpleasant. Cruel. Mocking. "Leave then." Fine."I get up, still naked but angry enough not to care as I stalk toward the door. But when I get there, when I try and step out, I find I can't. It's almost like.