"Afterward, carrying a mug of coffee, I toured the spacious penthouse in daylight. Eventually I heard voices and opened a door to find a small gymnasi...m. Lisa was dutifully involved in an athletic training class. The instructress, a striking blonde, was directing her through a strenuous routine of bending stretches. Lisa's coach barked several guttural commands at her charge, and then strode over to me. She wore a white loosely fitted tunic-like blouse and thin baggy knee-length shorts. There. People turned and whispered, suspicious looks on their faces as they tried with little success to look at Melinda without being noticed. The mayor banged a gavel to get things underway, and the silver-haired busybody stood up – uncalled – to make her way to the podium. Melinda stiffened as the old woman locked eyes with her. When Glen reached for her hand, he noticed that she was trembling. Closing his fingers around hers, he leaned closer and quietly hummed the Slinky jingle. Her lips pursed. "My skirt," she said gently. "Take it off for me, please," Now?" he asked weakly. She nodded, and he reached for the zipper with trembling fingers. He found it, zipped it slowly down, saw the sheen of her black half-slip. Her zipper was down now, and he took the cloth of the skirt in his moist hands and drew it over her curving hips. She raised herself slightly in her chair as he pulled the skirt over her ass and down to her ankles. Then he did the same with the slip, peeling it over her. ”“What did you see then?” The reporter asked.“It was dem Riders. They was at war with dem Eye-talians. The Riders did the exact same thing. Killed like fifty of dem in one night. I thought the whole damn town was going to burn down.”The reporter smirked and said. “The Riders are a myth.”“Hmmf, shows what you know. I saw one. I was running down a back alley trying to get to my woman and kids. He came out the back of Gaberino’s restaurant. He was wearing a mask and had one of dem Uzi’s. I thought.