He got so drunk my wife along with Jim's wife had to walk him home. Brad wasn't a bad guy, in fact he is one of those black guys who doesn't know he's... black, and fits in to almost any crowd.Towards the end of summer, my wife and Brad disappeared from one Saturday party. I hadn't noticed because I was eyeing Jim's wife, a dead ringer for Shania Twain… Dumb as dirt but a beautiful, thin brunette who couldn't hold her liquor.Suddenly some of the neighbors were whispering, and walking away from me.. "Got to keep on schedule", said Rachel. "That's what you always told me isn't it?" she asked Sandra. The two men stood Sandra up. They moved her in front of her large executive leather chair behind her desk. Sandra had specially ordered the chair and it was widely known to be the most expensive chair in the office. The men roughly shoved her into the chair. "That leather ought to cool off your hot ass!" said Hector. Sandra had to admit that the cold leather almost felt good against her burning. ”I steered Mum over into the corner and got her to put her back flat against the wall. She was right next to where the door would swing if it got shoved open. She was in among the hanging towels. Hopefully, the man wouldn’t see her straight away. Hopefully, in his first glance into the room, he would mistake her for another hanging towel. I grabbed the two spare bathrobes off the hooks on the back of the door and went to Tara.“Lie flat and cuddle Angie. Stay right down.”She did what I told her. Turning to Ken and Lucy, he said, "You two get behind the couch."When they went to go around the couch, he said, "Wrong side. Sorry."Lucy said, "That puts our back to the front of the house." I know," William answered while walking to the back door. When he reached it, he opened the door. Seeing the looks Lucy and Ken were giving him, he said, "Don't worry. I have my reasons."From over his headset, he heard Nicole say, "Close that damned door." They're coming in the back door?" Lucy asked.