“You are so fucked, you have no idea.”I begged again. “Please don’t call them.”He stared at me with a rage I had never seen before. “Give ...e one fucking reason why I shouldn’t call them and then beat the living shit out of you!”“I can make it up to you”, I told him.“How the fuck are you going to make up for screwing my little sister? You don’t have enough money in the world.”“I can make a deal” I replied.“What kind of deal?”, he asked.I was desperate. I was scared. I needed to do anything to. What an arrogant son of a bitch," said Alan."What are you talking about?" asked Jessica."You said the big guy; he obvious told you didn't he?" Alan again asked."Whoa back up honey, what happed in the change room?" asked Jessica.'Well I went into the change room just after that guy and we went into the shower together and as I removed my towel so did he," started Alan."So what?" Jessica asked."So what, so fucking what!!! The guys huge big you know massive," blurted out Alan."Yeah I could see. It oozed out from every pore, and her father seemed to know just what she needed and was very quick to see that she got it.I waited to tell him about the spare tire, and he hurried to help, before greeting me. "I'm Ed Gage. Thanks for taking care of Loni's problem. She said you had trouble with the spare?"I showed him the weak spot, and corresponding bulge that threatened to come apart any second, and he said. "I will take that back off, and tomorrow I'll run it and the blown one into town for. Try not to be alone in an exposed place." You don't really think they'll..." said Christa, fear evident in her eyes."No," Dr. Zelvetti said. "But it pays to be safe. You brought your whistle even though you might not need it, Christa. I'd've thought you'd understand that." No, I do," Christa said. "It's just that... I'd hoped the danger would be over."Dr. Zelvetti's face softened. "So do I, child."Feeling the hot whips of panic: "Do you need to talk to Derek or Gavin?" I don't believe so," Dr..