. they..."Rinda!"Chuck's voice broke through all fear. Turning, she reflexively caught the Orang rifle her husband had tossed to her. Hands which had ...not touched a weapon in a year automatically checked the safety, the clip. She saw the others pouring out into the path. Alicia had a second rifle. Chuck held the third. He gestured, voice firm."Rinda, Alicia! Help the kids! Nona, medkits! Everyone else, arm!"Her hopes soared. A plan. That's all she needed. A plan. With no further thought, she was. "What do you mean?" I replied to him."Show me your stocking tops." I don't understand." I want to see up your dress.....Show me." Shocked and amazed at what he was suggesting, I tried to ignore the message. He persisted, sending message after message, "Show me – please."I was struggling to concentrate on my work. Thankfully Ms KC Rider had gone out for the afternoon to see the manager of another office, another bitter, middle-aged woman, whom the guys thought was K C's submissive lesbian lover.. But this time I decided to take an uber instead because it would be safer plus I was tired already from a long night. So I call NINA and told her im getting off the highway and maybe 8 minutes away from her place and she tells me her door is unlocked , just come inside and lock the door. I get to her place.. and when I take my shoes off and go into each room looking for her, i basically followed my ears to the sounds of porno being played. when I entered the room , I saw this older chubby gent. “Hold the camera steady, Aria. The world needs to watch the artist work, baby.” He grabs the bucket of magenta house paint and walks over to the tarp covered terrace. Sean pours the bucket of paint over his head, the magenta paint cascading down his face, picking up pace as it flows down his chest, over his genitals and pools at his feet. “I need help with my back Aria,” Sean says as he clears the paint around his mouth. I let out a loud sigh and put down the camera. I go to the bedroom to find.