Do you think the loss of face will inspire Carol and his buddies, and Don, to attack me again?Do you think they're that crazy?You're the one with cent...uries of experience. I'm asking you.Well, a basic principle is never to do one's enemy a small hurt. But we put a big hurt on those guys. Let's hope they're afraid of you now.Hope?One thing I've learned is that individual humans are contrary and unpredictable. Mobs tend to follow certain patterns. Individuals, however, can do things for reasons. ”Realising what she was referring to, I tried to cover myhard cock with my one good hand, I wasn’t verysuccessful as it was a two-hand job and I could feel myface burning so hot that an egg could have been fried oncontact. Then I felt the bed settle as weight came down on theside of my good hand, I gulped at the thought of Junesitting right beside me with her luscious body withinreach of my good hand and my thoughts went unfatherlyyet again. Forcing those thoughts aside I bit my. Our image must have been a surprise for them. From the car got out a tall and slender woman, elegantly dressed in the latest fashions and fully produced, I looked more like one of those famous models in magazines and on TV that the recently pregnant girl that they had driven from her home several years back. I do not know what was really what they expected of her daughter, I'm sure it was not the vision of elegance sophistication that appeared before their eyes.And Pierce, my son, tall for his. She was dressed in a fantastic gown and bejewelled with enormous rubies and diamonds, yet the beauty of her face outshone the brilliance of her finery as the sun the flame of a candle. She reminded Ash of a certain painting of the Madonna by one of the Old Masters. She had seen it once on her way to unclog the cathedral toilet. The Prince by comparison clearly possessed a certain charm but left her cold. Still she thought, anything to get me out of this shithole of a village.The night.