He looked like he wanted to devour her. She had never seen him before in her life. So why was she now tied to a metal chair, naked, in what looked to ...e his basement?“Hi there, Nikki. You probably don't know me, do you? But I know you. I know you very, very well. I've been watching you, learning your schedule, from afar, just waiting for the chance to bring you home. You almost caught me once, when I took the key from under your door and went into your room, just to get a whiff of your panties.. "Have you thought any more about last night?" he asked.I held his hand by way of answer and we continued holding hands until we got to Philadelphia. We got out of the bus and proceeded through the visitor's center. After touring Independence Hall, we were let loose in the museum. Art and I hung around at a statue of Ben Franklin."So you're ready?" he asked."Ready as I'll ever be." I responded.We held hands again on our way back to the bus. A few people gave us funny looks. Art put his arm. Somehow I got the feeling it was a no-nonsense hand, one made for doing, for working and not just an appendage to decorate with paint and jewelry. Managing a small smile, I saluted her with my hand and turned towards the Corral. Hesitating at first, and then giving in to some atavistic need, I thrust my hand in my pocket and with a quick movement put the three dollars change from breakfast in the kettle and turned hurriedly back to the theater.It was about an hour before opening and John hadn't. “They don’t have to find out, it’s just a hole in awall, right? It’s not like men can tell whose mouth iswhose.” I said. “True, men are pigs, but still…” she saidunconvinced.“Listen, I’ll give you a 100$ if you let me do it.” Isaid, trying to convince her. I took out my wallet. Shesaw that I had more.“Give me all of it.” she said quickly.“What? There’s like 250$ in here!” I said in a panic..