That 9mm Luger is rather useful to me, just as Kayla’s .38 special revolver is to her, Joanna’s .45 Glock, and his twelve gauge shotgun and .357 m...gnum Smith and Wesson is to Barry.Don’t worry. If Dirk ever sets foot in the house, he’ll only leave in a body bag. We will shoot to kill. I won’t be his slave ever again. I am your slave instead. He killed any love I had for him years ago. I’m convinced of it. Oh, and the diner is really picking up business, so Kayla’s involvement as a partner in. As I pulled up I’d noticed a car in the drive and a light on in the master bedroom. Confused, I got out of the car, which was already under attack by an army of snowflakes, grabbed my bag and headed for the safety of front door. As I walked through into the reception room, a wall of heat smothered me. Someone was definitely home.“Hello?” I said inquisitively, half expecting my old man’s voice to reply back in the emptiness.Nothing. I dropped my bag on the floor, snow cascading everywhere, and. “It’s bad this time, Miss Jones,” he said looking straight through me in a deep calm quiet voice. “I know I, I…” I stumbled. “BE QUIET AND DO NOT SPEAK UNTIL SPOKEN TO!” Came his deafening roar of a reply. Returning to his calm demeanor I felt my abdominal muscles clench as he continued. “I haven’t called your parents yet…” A wave of relief flooded through me. “…but..” “Please…” I interjected. “ENOUGH!” He barked, moving towards me faster than I could react, pushing me backwards. I could feel. " Just one minute. I'll be right there." She managed to yell back.Marcus made her repeat it for good measure, which she barely complied in a whispered tone. Finally on his way out; Marcus whispered, "you still owe me...you're making me leave without cumming all over your pretty little face". He stopped when he spotted her pink covered smartphone on the night stand next to the bed. He picked it up and threw it in his pocket, "I'll take this so you know how to contact me." Marcus then threw open.