The girls greeted each other as long lost familiar friends and hugged tight, with thankfully chaste kisses that occasionally pressed lips, but not ton...gues. Good, I needed some rest. *********** I was utterly surprised to open the door into my house when we got home to find that we were not alone. Tiny was there, along with a full dozen of my closer friends that knew of my history with Allison and our quest to find her. Even a couple of old nurse girlfriends had attended but after seeing. She slipped on her shoes, carefully squatted down todo the buckles. Except for her black knitted shawl,she was ready to go. In those heels, she stood nearlyfive foot nine. Her calves were slim and curved. Herthighs were slender yet full; they beckoned to becaressed and kissed as much as the rest of her.She picked up her matching red clutch. Inside weremakeup items, if she needed to touch up, a small penand pad set, two twenty-dollar bills for emergenciesand her house and car keys. She looked. Beauty controls power, it has for centuries. Not so you say? The richest men have the most beautiful women! Yes, but why even acquire beautiful women? Mostly ego; prestige from his accomplishment, insecurity from a perception that he is not as loved as he always dreamt he would be. This almost unreachable woman is his what stirs him like nothing else can. Once the woman becomes aware of this dynamic she can use sex as a weapon. If he tightens her leash and puts his foot down- if she can run. Peck had come through with some 7.62x39, and the clip was now fully loaded and he even had twenty extra rounds in his pocket, just in case. He only planned on shooting the gun one or two times, but it never hurts to be prepared. He had no idea how well that would prove to be true on this day.But, starting out, nothing seemed amiss. They had Fang and Bear with them, and the two dogs bounded far and wide, probably chasing away everything for a mile or two. It didn’t matter, Clipper didn’t.