I turned around to see if the guys behind me were cheering. They were all standing up shouting. “Good one.”“Fuck yes, yes, yes.” I heard fu...ther behind me. “Take it all.”I tried to look between the nude muscular tanned German teens but they blocked my view. I was about to turn around when they all sat down except one teen around six four who was not facing front ward and I could only see his muscular ass cheeks flinching. It looked like he was gripping something in front of him and I. ”“Thanks, April,” Karen said, standing and shaking her hand. Dan did also, and they went to see the kids and tell them about lunch.“Any suggestions on where to go for lunch?” Karen asked.“How about the Harbourview?” Brad suggested.“I wonder why the Harbourview, Brad?” Brenda teased.“Abby is at school, besides she working from four to ten today.”“Okay, the Harbourview it is!” Dan confirmed.April called Dan and Karen over to her office, and they signed the paperwork for the cars. Karen made sure. I think that, somehow, her step-father had been tipped off, and had either known about the pimp and got him to act, or had himself employed the thugs to snatch (or kill) Jenni. Whatever it was, when the authorities acted on Jenni's information much later that day, he'd done a bunk (as they say).I was out of it for two full days. Jessica told me later that Jenni, once her interview was over, made an enormous fuss and (with Jessica's backing) more or less compelled the hospital staff to let her. Pouring a glass of wine she realized this would help nothing and lead nowhere, yet as the memories of Howard, the impossible situation with David, and now the lack of any job prospects seemed reason enough to indulge.But she had no more than popped the cork when the phone rang. It was Judy, the friend she had talked to the other night.“Gwen, even though I struck out Sunday night I kept calling. I wish I had something really good to tell you about, but I know how badly you need a job right.