." You can also come down and possibly renegotiate the deal...or..." Or...?" Or perhaps..." He hesitated, "Look, I know it's tough for ya, kid. Maybe ...I can help you out. Just, umm, don't let it double okay? You would regret that, and, well, so would I. I don't want to have to come down here and hurt you or anything like that, you know?" I promise I will have that money..." Okay...good. My name is Ronny. Perhaps, umm, you'll be giving me a call. I'll straighten you out." Ronny pulled out a card. The lid was open and then closed again. Cory didn’t even have time to panic.“All right, it seems like you really have nothing. Just say thanks we won’t take you for ransom.”“Who would pay for me?” Vacchiari’s voice whined.“Exactly. Although...” the man seemed to ponder.Cory strained to hear. The doors were closed again and the man seemed to have stopped just outside to talk some more to Vacchiari.“Ayn still holds a grudge. He would love to beat the shit out of you.”“Who’s Ayn?” Vacchiari. He heard and felt her breathing. He fell into a troubled sleep. Every time he felt her body shift, he awoke. He knew she was sleeping because every once in a while she flinched which caused him to have an erection. He prayed he didn’t have a wet dream with the smell of his cum permeating the air.Both slept late. Warm and comfortable cuddling. Nicole woke up to find that she had turned her body and Horace did the same. She felt his hard cock against her ass. She smiled at the wonderful touch but. I doubted he could use a weapon, but I made sure he had nothing in his pants, shirt, or on the ground near him.Rachel was cuddling the sobbing woman. (She certainly was a woman!) When the sobs slowed, Rachel stated matter-of-factly, "I left the bastard alive for you. Do you want to off him, or shall I finish the job, or maybe we can just leave him be to die on his own?!"The woman looked up at Rachel in shock. Rachel looked back, cold fury in her eyes. "What? Those two just murdered my husband..