Listening to Terry reeling off the numbers I could tell that this place made money. People paid to park their toys and we made almost as much money in... maintenance and supply as we did in docking fees. I spoke to Jake about it and, after getting his nod, I told Terry that if he could get a good deal for extra ownership percentages, to go ahead and do it through D&D, either properties or Charters, whichever was best. We might as well shoot for a hundred percent ownership if it made fiscal. ? I was then gently taken over to a large,soft looking cushion. ?Can you sit or would you rather kneel?? Though my kneeswere sore from kneeling all morning, I knew I wasn?t able to sit yet.? ?Kneel Master.?Again his hand came to stroke my face, but I still flinched in fear that itwould bring me pain.? By the time I hadslowly settled down on the cushion, Gina was back with the ointment.? He took it and moved around behind me whileGina knelt down in front of me and allowed me to lean on her. I hadn’t been that pissed, mad, or out of control in 6 years, but it happened again. I stood and walked to the front door. I had a Beretta pistol in each hand and I was not happy. I threw open the door and there he was. Fred Baxter.He was holding a sawed-off shotgun in his left hand. It all came back then. His right arm probably didn’t work very well. He was pulling the gun up at me and said, plain as day, “Asshole, she’s supposed to take her mother’s place. I told you that.” As the shotgun was. Suddenly it was gone. The head rose high in the air and there was a ‘rrwishoo’ noise. “Watch out,” Richard warned, the alarm in his voice re-igniting Lizzie latent fear. “He might stand on us.” The dinosaur repeated the noise. “What’s he doing?” “Sneezing fit,” Richard said, backing away urgently, never once letting his eyes stray from the convulsing beast. The dinosaur staggered down the beach, emitting the same ‘rrwishoo’ noise over and over again. “What the fuck is going on?” Lizzie asked,.