He rose with his knife and cornered the last man. This one had the nerve to aim his semi-auto at Baxter's face. "Go ahead. SHOOT ME MOTHERFUCKER! COME...ON!" He grabbed the muzzle and pressed it to his forehead. "DO I HAVE TO PULL THE TRIGGER TOO?" The man was petrified. His jeans were getting more saturated by the second. "You. Have picked. The wrong person to screw with. The WRONG person." He held the guy off the ground and turned him around, grabbing his ankles tightly. "Liz? Grab the door.. That would make tonight much easier. ‘It’s hard to find things in this town.’ I said, breaking the silence. Her head tilted a bit, a small smile crossing her face. ‘Well yeah, if you’re new, like me.’ Of course she didn’t get my meaning. How could one unless it was explained? I sighed, leading her down an alley way. It was a short cut, of course. It was the third Tuesday of the month, and that meant the motel was on Dusk street. As we made it to the end of the alley, the light from the motel. Even if he uses her, Grace will be fine. Do you know why?" Tell me." Because she'll understand she's been used and will drop him without hesitating. Then she'll give her stunning body a shake and a shudder and move on with the rest of her life without looking back at Dean Gibson, or any other man who uses her." I grinned. "Regardless, as you suggested, I'll dig deeper into Dean Gibson's personality."I painted with acrylics in my garage studio until Grace called me to lunch. Dad was at work, and. “If I don’t tell your mother you were wearing her clothes you will have to be punished by me. Do you understand ? “ he asked. “Yes ,you can punish me , just don’t tell Mom “I begged. Bob sat on the edge of the bed .”Come here” he said . I approached him. Moving his arm swiftly he yanked me stomach down onto his lap . “What you need is a good spanking to straighten you out” Bob said. He pulled the dress above my waist and pulled the pantyhose and panties down to my knees. Bob.