I half expected it to gut the insides of the storage units. Of course I wasn't disappointed that everything worked just fine, just surprised,I went in...side and looked around. I didn't stay I got on the bike and rode it into town. I was tired and I needed to wear the edge off my nerves. I parked in front of the pub I got there just in time to greet The Brit as he opened it up."Hey Brit," I said as I walked by him toward the bar. I chose the bar because when you sat in the middle of the room you. She took a deep drag of her cigarette and crushed the butt out on the tray on her nightstand."No, just wanton and horny," I replied."That's for sure," Carla blew a stream of smoke my way. "And the show was more than you know." What do you mean?"In answer, Carla gave me a smirk, climbed on the bed on all fours facing away from me, then reached behind her and flipped up the T-shirt. I was shocked. She was wearing underwear, but it was a micro-thong. The silk hugged her crotch snugly, but a thin. ’ Let’s just say that I am open-minded. How in the hell do you plan to slip Teresa the drugs...; AND, oh ... another minor issue, then to be able to program her trigger phrases?” Tim asked grinning, while Frank had been sitting silently listening to the conversation.“Use Brett, her seventeen-year-old son, to slip her the drugs. He and I get along fine, even though his mother and I don’t,” Mark said.“Does he know that you raped his mother, your sister, when she was sixteen and you were eighteen. ”We climbed the stairs, walked through the hallway and finally arrived at her door. Turning the knob, she opened the door and we both walked in. I was amazed to see how neat and tidy her room was and I had to admit, I was impressed.“So, lover boy, you seem down. Something bothering you?”“Nothing serious. Just got something on my mind at the moment,” I said.Denise chuckled. “I bet you are thinking about your fiancée and her ex.”I was taken up by Denise’s emphasis on the word 'fiancée'. I don’t.