The guy had grabbed her and threw her in the floor. All she had on was a dressing gown. It had opened and come part way off when he threw her down. Th... guy had a big knife, and was telling her what he was going to do, and what would happen if she fought him. He had been 8, almost 9. He went to HIS room, and got the baseball bat that Grandpa and Grandma had given him, and came in to save his Mother. The guy had stuck the knife in the mattress, and was on top of his Mom. SHE was NAKED. He came up. .. at least not very much. I was mostly trying to make sure that the valet remembered me and remembered my face so he could describe the scary, powerful, rich man with the strange, expensive car to anyone who asked about me.***One of the advantages of working without a plan, or at least with a minimal plan, was that you can more easily take advantage of opportunities as they arise. The totality of my plan was to get to LA, find The Blue Deuce, and hopefully be led to one or more of the Monty. ”She kissed him again. This time his hand found a small breast, where his thumb slid across an upright nipple.“Mmm.”He stroked her and she squirmed against him, against his hardness. He moved his hand to her bottom and pulled her against him. When they broke the kiss she giggled.“You’re a good kisser, Roger.”He knew enough to keep quiet. Sophie rolled away from him and put her hands behind her head. He resisted the urge to lean close and kiss her nipples and lick the sweat from her. So, no, I'm not going near it." I wasn't convincing at all. I didn't believe what I was saying. I'm a shit liar. Couldn’t lie to save my own life. "You are allergic to the spider bites?" Viv asked, trying not to laugh. "It's not funny, Viv. I still have the scar on my hand," I replied. Viv looked at me suspiciously. "Let me see the scar," she said as she held out her hand. I gave her my hand. "Right here," I pointed to a random spot on the back of my right hand. Viv gasped when she looked at my.