"I'll just jump into his truck and do him right there. He's fine with that, aren't you?" she was looking up at him through the open window. I couldn't...see, but could tell he was frantically nodding yes. "You can watch from the back seat?" She was looking from me to him and back to me. She was nodding her head as he had given his consent. "I don't care who watches. The whole world can watch for all I care." Diane reached for the door handle as I opened my door. Diane sprinted around his SUV. " You're alarmed, of course. Sure, you only understand every third word she says, but it sounds like something is wrong with you. But she cuts off your latest demand for an explanation with the verdict. "Until we know what we're dealing with, you must avoid any and all contact with women." W-what? Why?!" Your indignation was not very justifiable: you haven't had a steady relationship in three years, and haven't gotten laid at all in two. Prostitutes tempt you more every day, or they would if. The long blonde strands fell away, and when Mr. Pritchard held a mirror for Max, the face that stared back at him seemed strange. He was certainly looking civilized again, and when he dried his skin and donned his new clothes he felt better than in a very long time."You want I burn them rags?" Mr. Pritchard asked pointedly, and Max managed a smile."Yes, please. Burn them!" Max took a deep breath. "Won't need them no more."Max could not resist the temptation to return to the thrift store. The. She operates off her large estate, which is well guarded and fortified."Mike then asked, "Okay, we know where the girl's being held. How do we go in and get her?" Let's take this easy. We should go scout the estate, after dark, then return to the 'Luck of the Irish' to make our plans on the rescue." Okay, people, here's the plan. From our earlier scouting of Ms. Howard's estate, we know that the eight foot high wall surrounding the estate it is wired for both motion sensors and closed-circuit.