One of you tell me what happened, and now!"Maria was regaining her composure. "On my way to town, I met Cathy and Bob Jordan. Cathy and I stopped to v...isit Cindy Shuman. She wasn't home so we went on to the store. We found Hogan beating Bob. When Cathy started hitting Hogan, he backhanded her and she fell in the street near Bob. Then Hogan came after me. He was like a crazy animal! I clawed him and he hit me and tore my shirt open."Pat Casey reached up and took his gun belt off a peg and started. They sucked and one of them actually cracked a rib, I later found out.“Business is closed. If you get anyone turn up for a fuck, send them to the Buckman. That’s THE place these days.” He said while punching me. The guy was an asshole but he couldn’t hurt me as much as he wanted to.When he finished punching me, he kicked my chair over backwards and I hit my head. That was the last thing I remembered.Denise took up my story then. She’d found out, just in the last three days, that it was Kelly. Still firm and with upturned nipples they are my pride. In my mind I was vaguely contemplating making a real pass at them, when suddenly everything changed. A small Piper Cup circled the field once and then came in, as if to land.- Damn you and your obsession with pussy. We're in for trouble now, the younger growled.- Quick, lady. Get into the car and hide on the floor, the tall one ordered.- Hey, I'll just slip home through the tall weeds, I volunteered.- Doesn't work, lady. In you get. And. There was no telling her to do her homework; she'd have it done. Tiffany was very sober, responsible, and competent for a nine-year-old, and somehow, Mike wondered how they'd come up with raising such a child. Henry was more like you expected for a six-year-old, a typical pain in the butt, but Tiffany could keep him under control when Mike and Kirsten couldn't."What's the homework today?" Mike asked."Multiplying three-digit numbers," Tiffany replied, and then frowned, "It's HARD, Daddy."Mike.