" No, we're not," Camille snarled. "I have no intention of giving them the satisfaction. Just stay close to me, no matter what. When we get our chance... we'll run. If I know that husband of mine, he's probably on his way right now. He can be a nasty son-of-a-bitch. He'll come up with something." What if he can't find us?" He'll be here," Camille said with more conviction than she felt. "If not, we'll just have to find our own way out."Glancing out the window, Lorette noticed the sliver of moon,. I was coming to Lubbock to find you, to ... get you. How? Well I'm glad it didn't come to that. Angie I fell in love with you that night. I told myself you were too young, you'd never want me but I had to find out. I love you Angie. I'll always love you." Scott turned his head and tried to look away. He could feel his eyes misting over. The last thing Scott wanted was for Angie to see him tear up and cry.Angie reached up with both hands and turned his face towards hers. When she saw Scott's. I would remember thatmoment for the rest of my life.Mistress Rae volunteered that lipstick is the most important cosmetic forbrunettes, while for blondes it is mascara. She told me that Exoticawent well with my coloring.She decided on a very long black wig. And since I have a big noseanyway, she decided I looked like Cher, from her sixties days. Then shedecided I needed a name. She named me Laura.Then she left me alone again. She told me to admire myself in themirror. She told me to walk. He’s big on shaving legs, thighs and asses.”“Hah, I would be so jealous if he didn’t need shave.”I looked down at him, surprised. “Why? Your legs and butt are some of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen because of how fucking hairy they are.”“Really?” he said, not entirely believing me, “Loads of people tell me I need to shave. I’ve turned off many a guy because of my hair.”“They’re fucking picky,” I said, sipping some more juice, “But if you want to shave, why don’t you do it?”“I do, but I.