” I pushed him at both shoulders, sending him backwards into the sofa cushion. “Fuck you, Deke! You know damn well what I mean by this!” I yel...led at him. “You know its behind my back and you keep doing it. How the fuck do you think that makes me feel?” “I know how it makes you feel,” he said calmly, looking into my eyes. “Oh really? Well then, educate me, vitamin-boy! Tell me how I feel!” He stood up, nudging me backward as he invaded the space where I was. “I think you’re jealous as. While the station attendant filled the tank and checked under the hood, Paul glanced into the rear window and satisfied himself that the interior betrayed no trace of his illegal cargo.He went into the rest room, and by the time he had returned, the bronzed, wrinkled old operator had finished with the vehicle and was sucking at a can of beer by the battered old desk in the office.Paul spotted the clipboard and signed the invoice, waited while the old character took a final sip of beer, then. She had her driver's license and her folks had bought her a car so Robin was able to drive herself to work after school and then home at night. That plan had worked fine until one night towards the end of the summer before Robin began her senior year of high school and when she went out to her car, she suddenly found herself surrounded by four men in masks who brandished knives and forced her to climb into a van that had been parked beside her car.Robin didn't know what to think was happening. "Holy fucking shit! I don't think I moved for five minutes until Sophie, one of the servers, asked me to get out of her way so she could get the linens. This was not what I was expecting for a final exam.I'd worked every Saturday all summer, so I knew the routines. Some of them still bugged me, but I wasn't going to change them. I was going to be Bill. By Friday night I was a complete wreck. Jen and Court came to my bed after I'd showered and just held me between them as I was curled up in a.