“I mean, they’re becoming friends now, but it wasn’t always that way. Ben is more old-school, you know. He’s probably the last of the really t...aditional male country singers out there. Just like Conny is probably the last of the traditional female country singers out there. The genre has really changed in the last 10 years. It’s got a lot more pop and rap influences than it used to. Ben is more of the old-time Southern Rock. Lucas is the face of the change. He brought in a rapper for a duet a. A put a black blindfold over her eyes and went to capture my other victims. There stories are just as interesting, but are to be told later. Part III woke up in a dark room. My hands were tied behind my back and I felt people around me. I tried talking to them. After a couple of minutes of silence, my heart pounding violently in my chest and my longs feeling like they would burst if I didn’t breath, I heard a voice. ?Lindsey, is that you?? I recognized that voice it was Sam. I wondered but I. .. lewdly beat at his ear-drums, drowned out only by the lascivious pleas of Carol's whimpering cries!He stumbled into the room, Queenie watching him alertly, her own animal-eyes torn between her master and the sight of what was happening on the bed, her keen nostrils sensitively flaring at the ruttish scent filling the air. Mark sensed Queenie's reluctance to lead him further and he dropped her leash, well remembering the arrangement of the bed as he moved toward it. Christ, he had to see it. ‘Ooh have you heard the news?’ Mrs Collins sucked on her dentures noisily and continued on heedlessly, not really caring whether Jenny wanted to know or not. ‘That Liam O’Leary has upped and left. His Mum came in this morning and told me he’s gone off to Timbuktu, or some such place. Can you believe it?’ Jenny turned a whiter shade of pale and dropped her purse, money spewing out all over the grubby linoleum floor. Trembling slightly, she stooped to collect the coins that had scattered.