She realized she was back with Lamont.“U cause us all kinds of grief. U killed our friend.”“Shit, we been all over trying to catch up with you....��“Lucky for us the police are too stupid or too lazy, made our life easier for sure.”“I am gonna fuck dat little white ass one mo time. Den its bye bye bitch.”“Dead Bitches tell no tales.”He threw Lisa, half unconscious over a table. Cyrus held her arms and Lamont had her pinned.“Fuck dat ass yo sure is tight.” “Gotta git my knife.”Lisa felt the knife. He stepped out and inspected the puddle. “Shit, transmission fluid!” He said to himself.“What is it, Scott?” Jenny asked, sensing something was wrong.“I fear that the transmission may have been damaged on our escape from the policeman.”“Will we still be able to make it to Accra?” She asked.“I hope so. We’ll buy some more fluid when we stop for gas in Cape Coast.”He drove the 90 miles towards the Ivory Coast/Ghana border. Scott kept one gun hidden in the side pocket of the driver’s door, just in. I love you.”I slipped off the bed and went to help Wendy with morning coffee. When the teens came upstairs, I let Wendy take the coffee to my lovers while I designed drinks for Sunday, Willow, and Rainbow. They only had tea at home, but all three wanted to try the Seattle thing—a latte. I debated about how strong to make their coffees, but decided that they wouldn’t really know what coffee was like if it was just a flavoring for their milk, so I made them plenty strong, but mixed decaf with the. "Now, he won't be able to handle it," he pleaded, "the motor's, it's just too powerful and..." You'd be careful, wouldn't you?" his mother had said, mischievously."Insurance? If he crashed it..." Oh, it could be fixed up, darling. Justin would drive sensibly, wouldn't you?"Justin nodded enthusiastically. His stepfather had wandered away shaking his head and mumbling that she'd better know what she was doing.So a little while later Justin navigated the monster out onto the road. The motor felt.