”“Especially when it’s slammed?”Bet nodded and felt the tears begin again. Chris moved over to her and put her arms around the older woman an... Bet sobbed. Nothing was said and it was nearly five minutes before Bet pulled herself together.“Tea?” she asked finally.“You sit down and I’ll make it.”“No, I…..”“SIT!”Bet smiled weakly and sat as her friend and neighbour bustled with kettle and tea-bags, producing a steaming pair of mugs and sitting opposite her friend.“Want to tell me about it?”Bet. "I like a man who knows what's best for him; have a nice trip Harold." Steve smiled back and put away the pistol.He picked up the card with Michele's phone number written on it, put the passport and driver's licence in his jacket pocket and let himself out.Steve sat in his hotel room looking at Michele's passport and driver's licence. He glanced over at the bedside table where Michele's pantyhose lay in a tangled heap. They were now a sperm encrusted mess; he had been unable to control himself. "I must say that I was quite upset after hearing what Stacy said and I am pretty sure if Rhonda didn't run over here like she did it would have bothered me all night. I looked at Rhonda, who now had her shoes off and was standing next to my car carrying only her purse."Rhonda thanks for running over here like you did. I was a little upset when, as crazy as it sounds, I thought I would have to get dressed again." I could tell she was a little puzzled at that by the slight smile she had on her. I need to get home and get cleaned up before my folks send out the cops looking for me."Kyle, Emma, and Marcie spent the next several hours just driving around, cruising the town, looking for something more, as if the last twenty four hours had not been enough. Finally they agreed that the best thing would just be to relax at home. As they drove into Marcie's drive, they were met by her mother."I was beginning to get a little concerned. I'm glad your home." Thanks, Mom. It's been a pretty wild.