She came back to her senses, and tried to break the strands that held Tia. "You have to get out of here!" She told Monika, as she struggled to fre... her. She managed to chip away some of the hardened slime, freeing Tia's arms, but she was still glued to the wall by her back and shoulders. "I'm trying!" "No! Leave me here! You have to get out before it comes back." "Before what comes back?" She paused, holding Tia's shoulders in each hand and trying to meet her eyes. Tia looked. "You got lucky." I'm not needing luck. I need the fucking Jets to score." Dani poured her required shot and drank it.The Jets got the ball. If they were going to save the game, everyone knew they needed to do something on this drive. Especially Dani. She watched as they worked the ball down the field, only to get a field goal."Damn!" she said. "They've got to do better." The score was 27 to 19. For Dani, it was frustratingly not enough to reclaim my pants. She quickly filled the shot glass and. Above the knees she was a big-boned girl, not fat but with some meat to her. Her shiny black hair was relaxed and smooth, not kinky. Done up in a modified 'pageboy', it was parted in the middle, hanging loosely down over the large gold hoop earrings dangling from her stretched lobes.Eyebrows, plucked almost bare with blue upward arches at the outer edges, hovered above her brown eyes like a pair of demented 'Nike' swoops. An application of rouge only called attention to the bumpiness of the. Again, I sighed. ‘I’m going to video tape the morning news team and catch them in the act,’ I admitted. He laughed. Yep, laughed at me. I laughed too. ‘Really, what are you doing?’ I grinned. He didn’t believe me. I told him the truth and he didn’t believe me. I was scott free now. Yippee! ‘I am. Really. I just had enough and I’m taking them down. Wiping them out. Cleaning their clocks.’ Pete chuckled at me. ‘Sure. . .I know what day is coming up. I bet I know why you got this money out.’.