." asked Barocca, as her voice trailed off. As Barocca's clone continued her ranting, and tempers flared in the chamber, Barocca's face grew ashen an... pale. Barocca and Jeanne watched in stunned silence, with their mouths open, as the clone of Barocca went off the deep end in the chamber. Finally, when Ebony reached out and physically restrained the clone, Barocca was able to reach for the remote control, and turn the picture off. "Oh my god..." Barocca gasped. "I suspected that my clone. I’ve also seen you peeking at me from your second floor windows. I wanted to see what else you look at.” “Listen, I’m really sorry,” he stammered. “I wasn’t trying to be a perv or anything…” Leaning forward to touch his lips with a finger to shush him, Terri smiled. “It’s ok. You are a perv, but I think this is a situation we can work with.” Her robe fell open as she leaned back in her barstool, revealing that the only thing she wore beneath it was a pair of white cotton panties. Those. He could hear the cackling of the demons – but he focused instead on his palms. He clapped them together, rubbed, then took hold of the foundation of the building. His shoulders trembled. His teeth clenched. And then he heard the ground creaking. Cracking. Crumbling. The whole building trembled as a spiderweb of black cracks appeared on the ground beneath his fingertips. The cracks spread further as he wrenched upwards, standing from a kneeling position. His arms trembled as he hefted the. His ex-wife actually resented Peter's caring nature as she had been brought up to expect to be dominated and abused by men and Peter did not do that at all. He just was a bit shy around women and had become so disillusioned after his wife suddenly just up and left for seemingly no reason that he hadn't even tried very hard to develop any relationships. However what he had done is devoted himself to work and was now wealthy, something that neither his daughter nor his ex-wife had known.Tammy.