He knew who it was that was scaring me. He knew who it was that had hurt his daughter, and I could see that more than anything his wanted to go over t...here and take care of Jack.But he didn't. He knew he couldn't. He knew the kind of trouble he'd get into for going over there and beating up a kid, even that kid. He just calmly picked me back up and began to walk from the theatre.Of course it couldn't end that easily. Jack wouldn't allow it. He approached us, that same spiteful look on his face.. This action could have easily been interpreted as merely a way of cooling off…..but I was beginning to think otherwise. At one point I even thought I saw in the shadow of her crutch, a darker shadow. Could that be hair?Yes, I’m a hairy lover, so what, there’s a lot of it these days, and I have one of the best photos on the net saved as my desktop. LOL. It depicts a gorgeous shapely girl spread out on the beach. She is wearing a bikini, and has a most magnificent bush protruding from all sides.. “What the fuck is all of this nonsense??” The damn phone was ringing louder than I’d ever heard it ring. I answered. Stephen asked me to stop by for an interview. I got the address, got dressed, and hurried over. I’m sure my clunker of a car made a great impression as it backfired while I was parking in the circular drive. Fuck me now.Where’s a extra neat scotch when you need it?Stephen answered the door after the first knock. I then noticed there was a doorbell. God, he must think I am as. She gave the lever a sharp yank, and it broke off. A small puff of sawdust blew off of the end of the lever. Horrified, she stared at the hole where the lever had been. There was less of a quarter of an inch of wood left in the wall, which made it too short for her to get a grip on it. She took her dagger off of her tool belt and jammed it into the hole, trying to wedge the lever open, but the lever splintered into pieces when the dagger's tip hit it.I should have been more careful with that.