"What the hell - hey, Ma. Gimme that back." Johnny grabbed for the magazine, but Cathy was too fast, holding it behind her."Dammit, I said give it b...ck." There was a threat in his voice, but he made no move to actually hit her."Take off those earphones, Johnny and show me some respect. I _am_ your mother." So?" He relaxed a little, unclenching his fist and taking off the earphones. Something was up. She normally didn't have the guts to pull something like this. His curiosity won out. It was his need to gain their approval—and Alison’s respect—that he’d gone on this interview in the first place! They would never pay a dime to get him back. They’d be only too glad he was out of the picture.Was it possible…no, it couldn’t be true that they’d paid to get rid of him, could it? Andy felt a hopeless paralyzing terror. What if it were? Why go through all this trouble? Why not just pay someone to kill him, make it look like a mugging…What Mr. Asad was saying…it just didn’t make any. We got in and he told me to put my pajamas on and that he would put the film on. I did so, quite excited for him to see me in my revealing pajamas. I went upstairs in Beth's room and changed. I freshened up, touching up on my hair and makeup a bit too, and walked downstairs. I was wearing, a short silk nightie that went just below my bum cheeks. Brad was in the living room so I walked in and said, "Ready!" He looked up and his face went blank. "What?" I asked, worried. "Noth.. Nothing! You. And Jane had come and come unbelievably and repeatedly. No wonder they both briefly forgot about Charise.But they both seemed to remember her at the same time. They stopped kissing and turned their heads to look at her, still holding one another tightly."Why don't you kiss her too, Laura," Jane said, in a much huskier, breathless voice, registering the impact of their ravenous kiss. "Wouldn't you like to kiss Charise?" Yes."Laura released Jane from her embrace. Charise was right next to them..