It pays to be careful. I thought I was safe enough, but you never know.But after a few weeks, I felt it was safe enough and again, after a few beers I...was waiting at the same bus stop at about the same time and I saw her again - the same woman, the same bus stop. It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I wondered whether I had sub-consciously planned it.Once again, I was there initially alone and she arrived as I was sitting there, waiting.She recognised me, I know she did - she smiled. ’ ‘Hello Cowboy,’ she whispered, touching his cheek with returned delicate kiss. ‘Welcome to our world.’ ‘Hmmm, thank you sweets. Good to be back.’ Enveloping me close to you, sealing our hug with a soft kiss on the top of my head, we were standing close. Hands holding hands, fingers entwined as naturally as a clinging vine entwines a tree. Instinctively my chin lifted catching your gaze directly handing you an open invitation for our lips to finally meet. Accepting the silent invitation, the. ", Nancy sneered.Nancy took the skate-blade in her right hand, held the collar of Tonya's shirt with the other, and started slicing through the fabric. The blade made its way down the front of her shirt, and Tonya shook harder as it sliced the fibers with a "RRRRRIIPP!!!!", leaving it looking like one of her sleazy skating outfits.Nancy took the blade and cut each side of the collar, down the sleeves. When both sides were cut, Nancy yanked the torn shirt off Tonya's bound body, leaving just her. I told Tommy that and he agreed. We then prayed over it in our bed. You agree, boy?”“Agreed.”“Thank you, darling.”“And I phoned mama this morning and we’d like you boys to pray, you know together in the living room before we leave.”“Oh, and I’d like to invite her to have supper with us, Tommy.”He was ready.“She won’t do it, Girl. She has her Saturday night television and wouldn’t miss it for the world.”“Well, I’ll invite her anyway.”Tommy was looking forward to dinner before we headed to his.