Mr. Crudele reached out and seized her wrist in his iron grip and her eyes flew open in shock.Once the Crudeles had left Sara had spent the first fort... five minutes doing some work on her college admission. Then her cellphone went off and it was her boyfriend Brandon. They talked for a little while though he was argumentative over the fact she wouldn't be able to see him that night. "Brandon what can I do? I have to earn as much money as I can for college. My Mom can't afford to pay for it for. A month passed, and she started getting snotty, and cold. I had to get a new home for my cat, a landlord thing... She had offered to take him, then the day came... sorry, can't, my landlord won't let me... but I happen to knew that all the tenants in that building have BIG dogs, never mind cute lil kitties. Fucking liar. Then came the kicker. I had a small fire, nothing huge or dangerous, but bad enough that I had a burn on my fingers tips... I ran to her place because I knew she had some first. I figured it from her description. 'Kempo' sounds better than 'Anything-Goes'." Flora! You try and talk some sense into them!" Lyza said, taking off in a jog, "I'll go get Ariel!" Zoe, do you know who's the fightee?!" Flora said. Too late.+++Before they'd put up the storm fence anchored in concrete footings around the school, it had been a simple parking lot near the school. Now it had become the exclusive domain of the shops. Car parts and other materiel were 'warehoused' on pallets up along. I had no doubt that, if I was so inclined, I could extract fair compensation for selling her into slavery. It was not an eventuality that I envisaged; more of an absolute last resort.To add further incentive to Raymond, I intimated that I had contact with organised criminals and that if he failed to comply with my demands, there was the distinct possibility they would be interested in finding a new home for his daughter.I visited the toilet before returning to review and transmit the message. I.