?That doesn’t matter right now. If you do as exactly as we say, your daughter might live long enough to see you again. From this day forward, you ...will watch whatever we send you, and you will act only when we tell you. Tell anyone about this, and she dies. If you even hint that you know something, she dies. We are watching you at all times. Do you understand?? On the TV, my daughter’s attacker grabbed her cotton patterned panties and tore them off, revealing her pussy. I yelled out. “Go and have a shower, Charlie,” I said and added. “And hurry up.”I sent my hubby a text then just to tell him that I loved him and I giggled when I got a row of smiley faces back. I replaced the phone in my bag just as Charlie appeared, his handsome face split with an embarrassed grin. He was wearing a long black dressing gown that showed his hairy chest, but his feet were bare and I hoped that was all he wore.“Want some champagne?” he asked, sounding just as nervous as I was.“Oh yes please.”. The arrogant youth blocking his path to the back room demanded to know his business. "My business is with your boss, not with his hounds!" The youth reacted angrily to the deliberate insult. "Ya tell him Armando is calling in a favor. Tell him that Sergeant Forte is remembering 1945 and a debt."The youth looked confused. "If you think I'm gonna waste his valuable..." Just tell him - is a FAMILY matter, okay? Ya boss's gonna be mighty pissed if ya DON'T tell him - CAPISCHE?" Cheeky pup! Armando. She was a chubby thing with greasy hair and Sally guessed she was probably keeping him. The black guy was quite handsome, tall, about six two and very muscular.He glanced over and caught Sally staring at him, she blushed and looked away then glanced up again to find him smiling at her.'Oh shit, he's coming over,' thought Sally as the black man came to her table leaving the white girl to bring the coffees."Anyone sitting here?" he asked politely as Sally shook her head."Hi, my name's Tiny, not.