.. And I thought she was interested in me!Don looked in his wallet; he had a ten-dollar bill he was saving. He had been planning to use it for the nex... school dance scheduled for the following Friday. Oh, well, maybe I can earn some more before then... or sell something to get a little extra bread! Christ! I've got to see Marcy, though.He went back into his bedroom; his search turned up another 75 cents in change. He'd have enough for a couple of packs of cigarettes. An inspiration struck him. I was furious so I decided to go out without him. Grabbing my handbag I left, thinking, fuck him his loss. I was driving around trying to decide where to go, I wanted to dance. I found myself in a deserted warehouse district in the city. I hit something in the road, thwump, thwump, thwump I had a flat. I pulled over and reached into my bag for my cell. "Shit, I must have left it on the table" I started to cry.Gathering my thoughts I looked around for signs of life. Off in the distance I saw. "I nodded and said, "I definitely feel like doing that, but I've got an ER to see to. I shouldn't have even come up here." Oh, sure. Well, I just need to flush her chest with antibiotics and close her up. We'll come back and do the cosmetic stuff like digging out the bullet when we're sure she's doing all right. I'll keep you posted, OK?" Thanks you so much, Marty. You're definitely invited to the wedding."I got the story from Terry. They'd been called in on an assault, probably a domestic. Mr. Green was the obvious culprit and therefore accomplice. Gray felt deceived and angry. He was one of the better operatives at the agency. How could he have messed up so badly? Of course, the blunder hadn’t made much change in his situation- other than releasing them both from the obligations of the marital roleplay. It was turning out to be a very different kind of capture than he’d ever seen. ‘What are we still doing here?’ he asked with curious agitation. Amanda stopped rocking. She.