The head on the thing looked as big as an apple. There was no way that thing was going to fit in me. “ You want Big Bob, don't you?” “ No. I r...ally don't.” “ What will you do to avoid a session with Big Bob?” “ Whatever you want,” I said. “Is 'turnip' still the safety word?” “ You remembered,” she said. “ Don't make me say it,” I said. “Please.” “ You don't have to say it,” she said. “ Big Bob will make me,” I said. “ No, he won't. I won't let him. By whatever, though, I assume you. He was the head of security at the Bathsheba and was not usually impressed, but the look on his face said it all."Never seen anything like it," Max said as he started pacing the stone floor. They were gathered in the operations center, a large room with only a set of lockers and a whiteboard. The men were dressed in thick, winter camouflage and were itching to add a silver notch to their belts. "The head honcho is doubling the reward for this little bitch. $200,000 for her and $50,000 for the. He looked past her and saw me and gave me a knowing smile and a wave before reaching out and plucking the money from where it nestled up against Rose’s left nipple. I regularly ordered pizzas from the same place and this wasn’t the first time their delivery man had stumbled across strange goings on at this address.“Keep the change,” I called out to him with a giggle.He smiled and thanked me before reluctantly stepping back and allowing Rose to close the door on him. She was shaking as she. ‘In the attic?’ He asked again with a frown. With a roll of her eyes Presley reached forward and curled her fingers in the young mans sleeve, turning on her booted heel and dragging him along after her as she headed for the thin staircase. The attic was on a third level of the house, a small staircase hidden behind a second doorway in Presley’s room lead up to the surprisingly large space. There were dusty boxes scattered across the floor, a rack of forgotten clothes and a small cot bed under.