Or worse still..."You believe these rumors?" I was closing up for the night."No one left, boss. Just the two of us." I checked the front and saw that ...he floor was indeed empty. I looked back at the Cheshire Cat. She was sitting so seductively, so suggestive.I walked over to her. "Kara, I don't know what the word is around here, but I can assure you, indulging in office rumors will get you no where." But the descriptions are so vivid, Dad. They talk about everything." Who?"She smiled broadly.. He lays there, eyes wide open, he has large rage-filled breaths. “What the fuck! Are you just fucking fucking with me!” Mitch screams at his ceiling. He sits in the running water for a moment longer. The curtain bar falls from the wall, smacking him on the top of the head with a metallic thud. Mitch dazedly stares at the falling water coming from the shower head. He is visibly woozy. Watered-down blood starts to run down his face. His eyes close and his head rests back against the wall. White.. Halt." They eased to a stop. She checked her shotgun, and opened the door. Tommy, Cindy's son, was right behind her. "You stay here." She wished she could hope Top was wrong, but the sick feeling in her heart told her he was right."But my mom! Something could have happened." If it did, she would want you to stay here." She shut the door in his face, cutting off any protest.Sandy met her halfway. Behind her, the van wobbled as someone moved around inside. "Your boss was right," Sandy said, "she. The women only want to escape his clutches and have no desire to be near him. We are protecting them, and will do so for as long as they want.”The priest was looking shocked. “I think I should inform his priest that he is an abuser under police investigation.”“I agree, but I would suggest doing it anonymously, in case the priest lets slip your location. Even if he just mentions your name, you are in Crockford’s Clerical Directory, are you not?”“I am, although not under the name of this charge,.