."I just threw that together hoping to spark a reaction out of him and it worked. He licked his mouth and gestured at me to go sit at a table with him... We did that, both drinking and watching the activity around us. Couples danced but it was all about hooking up for the night. The motel next door did robust business and I hoped that soon enough we'd be getting ourselves a room."I'd like to see that," he mused, "Peeling those damn clothes off and showing off what's underneath."'I smiled stroking. "Despite the off-handed response, I knew he'd put some thought into something and I hoped it would do the trick. Rich would think about both my needs and the needs of someone who might respond and try and find a link somewhere in the text. I was hopeful.It was the next evening before I got an e-mail response from him. I looked over the two suggested ads and nearly phoned him to rip him a new one. I didn't though. I sat back and read them again and began to see some method to his madness. He. Master fell to the floor, he looked dead, there is blood coming from his head. Miss. Johnson went over, and kicked the gun Master had in his hand away.I looked over to mom, she is on the ground, blood everywhere. OMG my mom has been shot. I got up, and ran to her, my mom is still alive. “HELP ME PLEASE, SOMEONE, MY MOM HAS BEEN SHOT!”Miss Johnson came over to mom, and she started first aid on mom. I’m crying so hard, Sarah came over, and we hugged each other. My mom opened her eyes, and looked. It was worthwhile working out like that to see the dance at theend. Besides the work out left him feeling tired, but also exhilarated.After a light supper that included a poached cod fillet and veggies,Brad decided he didn't feel like going for a beer with his buddies atthe bar. He looked over the TV listings but there was nothing worthwatching, so he decided he might as well straiten the place up a bit.Brad ended up straightening out the living room and vacuuming theentire apartment.As Brad.