She thought about calling the police but the same problem was there, it was her word against his.The realization set in that the only way to save Brad...��s career was to submit to Clint. She had his number in her phone and decided to call him after Brad went to work.Clint’s voicemail answered, “Clint, this is Donna. I got the message, please call me back so we can discuss Brad’s career and what I will do to help.”About an hour later she heard a car pull into their driveway. Out of a red jaguar. "I was shocked. She thought that I was cute? This goddess in a wet shirt wanted to have fun with me?A chair crashed to the ground as Robert stood. "Yeah, asshole. Thanks for ruining our night." Look, man," I started to feel guilty, though I was still really lost. "I just want to know what's going on here. I'll just go back to the bar. Have fun with… Whatever it is you guys are planning." No way, ass-wipe. You aren't going now."His voice gave me a pause."This beautiful girl wants your lame ass,. . "Dude I think you're having an allergic reaction orsomething, I can see your nipples under your shirt and they lookswollen."Corey looked down and then crossed his arms before looking at his friendin surprise. To his horror his nipples were steadily growing beneathhis shirt, and they were growing fast."We have to get out of here man!" he squeaked in a higher pitch as if hewas going through puberty again, "I think I need to go to the hospitalor something."They swiftly made their way toward the. Okay, I hoped that I had just made my last stupid mistake.I poked the Tommy Gun through the doorway and swept it about waist high around the left half of the room. I heard his reaction when I hit the guy who had shot at me. Among other things, the shotgun clattered when it hit the floor. I also heard the characteristic noise of a limp body hitting the floor. Now I felt that it was safe to step all the way through the front door. I double checked, and the left side of the room was.