.. have a limit.Then: What are limits for? Jarryn was revving... here were revved up boys looking for slutty girls... girls plural.There was only me..... could I handle this...then I thought: Life needs one memorable big bang just like the frickin universe. And I clambered squeezed between two the guys on the back seat.Jarryn revved off; making for the hot spot under the bridge. The driver spun to a wheelie sk** through the loose gravel deliberately in the darkest part of the bay-side parking. It is Miss Josephine's." We've met."Greg turned to look at her over the back of the seat and she quickly reiterated the events of the morning to him."Trust her to be so, déclassé," he said with a little mirth. "But if anyone is capable of dealing with her, it is Alex and it sounds like he is getting tired of 'being polite.' Although it is about time." Yes, he was not very polite when he tossed her out that is for sure. So, what do we do? Clearly, I think my presence should not be shoved in her. "I saw the look of horror cross John's face. He shook his head and tried to struggle with his bonds but to no avail. One of the guys then went over and ripped another cord off the curtains. He came over to where I was being held by the big blond guy. "Let's tie the bitch up," he said."Get away from me, leave me alone," I screamed at him, trying to kick him as he got near me. He reached in his pocket and gripping my face, he thrust a rag in my mouth."That should make things a little quieter. “I’m Rebekah Weismann. You’re Mikayla Gundresen. Mimi, right?”“Yes, ma’am.”“I’m Beck. Rachel’s my daughter. I’m the manager of administration. Let me introduce you to the HR person.”The person she introduced me to was Amy Morgan. I did a quick scan. Maybe thirty, five feet and a bit, plump, brown-headed, with curl. Brown eyes. And a smile.“C’mon, Mimi,” she said. “My office. We got paperwork.”I have my driver’s license and my social security card. I can get a birth certificate if I need it, but.