The big man stuck his head in the door on his way by. He was going back to check on the party. That meant at least that Alex was resting quietly, if n...t comfortably."So, Lewis, you've had a rough day, no?" he started gently."FUCKING BITCH, THE FUCKING BITCH! I should have FUCKING killed her..."Damon started toward the cowering fool in a murderous rage. Then he stopped, visibly controlling himself. Too many people had seen the little shit hauled in here."... while I had the FUCKING chance. But. She shifted again, growing nervous. She had been comfortable under the strict confines the teachers in the school imposed on her. She revealed in being told what to do, but wanted to break free from the monotony the boarding school had to offer. She was too innocent and in her inexperienceShe didn’t quite know how to break free and still remain obedient. Just then, a hero slender pulled up to the school steps. A good-looking man of about 28 got off the bike and shook out his shoulder length. We spent a little time running around the room, tossing her old underwear at each other. I finally got dressed and we went downstairs and out the front door. Mary pulled a small pushcart from a storage area under the end of the porch and together we walked down to a small break in the foliage at the end of the front yard.After about a quarter mile walk down a well-defined path through the woods, we emerged into a gravel parking lot beside an old white shingled store. The weather-beaten sign in. Why not? Three files into the briefcase. (click-click).Check reflection in window. Straighten tie. Pull door closed. (snick)"Good night Molly. Have a good evening. Say hello to George for me."I stroll casually past Molly.Molly doesn't answer. She stares at me in surprise. I feel calm and relaxed. I miss her melodic voice.(traffic) (voices) (birds)Benito is there on the park bench. Next to him a small girl sits and chatters away at him. She is seven, maybe eight, years old. The girl wears a pink.