She said forcing herself to look into his eyes, her lips trembling slightly as she drew in a breath. He squinted at her for a moment and then seemed t... find truth in her words. He leaned down to set the gun on her coffee table and then stood back up to his full height, almost two feet taller than her. He advanced on her and she backed into the wall with a loud thump. Go on. He said and after a moment of hesitation, she walked down the hall to her bedroom door. When they were in front of the. No signs that she even knew they were there. It was difficult to tell whether Grace was sleeping or if her life had already ended. “The dining-room will give us some privacy to discuss the building proposals,” she said, opening a door from the living-room, settling into comfortable chairs at a polished table, the bottle of wine and two glasses a little unexpected. “I want to give my mother-in-law the privacy and dignity she deserves,” she said, forcing a smile and pouring wine into two. "Hey, are you listening?" I tried to snap him back to the moment. He looked at me then his friends then back at me and nodded. "Okay, good. Now listen carefully. Do you have a car?" He nodded. "Good, this is what you're going to do. You're going to collect your friends and you're going to drive them home, do you understand?" He nodded. "You're not going to come back here." He shook his head. "You're not going to call more friends and they're not going to come back here." He shook his head. I thought about it for a bit and realized that I did have one option open to me. One I felt oddly appealing, I played Dungeons and Dragons back then and one of the guys I played with, Tracey, lived in an apartment a few blocks away. Tracey was older, maybe around 30 and was gay. I also knew he had a bit of a crush on me. I had turned him down months before but now seemed like a good opportunity to have some more fun while I was dressed up and I knew he wouldn’t out me to everybody as he had.