I'd been here for what seemed hours after being mugged as I left my office earlier this evening. A gang of mixed race boys appeared from nowhere and g...abbed my purse before pushing me to the ground and running off. In a vain attempt to stop them I'd held on too tight to my purse and in ripping it from me my blouse had been ripped open leaving me laying on the cold concrete with my bra encased breasts exposed. I woman passing soon after used her cell to phone the police and after a brief trip to. But you wouldn't be saying it, telling me this, unless it was true. Dad; man, that's far out. I might be able to accept mom making it with another guy, but my father?"Angela moved closer and took the girl's small hand. "He's pretty good, since he let himself go. And I guess he's the main reason I'm telling you about us. But you still haven't answered my question, Mary--are you a cherry?"Mary shook her head. "No; I--I've made it a couple of times with just one guy, that's all. I guess I mean he. How I felt like they couldn’t wait to get me out of the house and how I felt like I was holding up their lives. She commiserated and guessed that I was worrying about nothing. “They were the same way before I left,” she said. “I think they’re just weirded out about the idea of you leaving and they don’t know how to handle it. It’ll get better.” I smiled at this, because part of me had been thinking that this was the case, but I always tend to assume the worst. “I’m glad you’re home,” I said.. . "Let's say there's an exit a mile ahead, and one a mile before we met. If a tow-truck took your car, let's say there's another highway right alongside this one... I know that's a lot of assumptions... If they only had to go 114 miles, and traveled 70 mph..." Who are they, Jim?" ask Cindy.Jim ignored her question. "That gets to the why, I'm still working on how. Let's see. About an hour and forty minutes at 70 mph. That would give them ten minutes on each end, to load and unload the car... I.