Conway. He stared long and hard into his killer’s face. In his killer’s eyes, he saw his family, slaughtered. He saw his life, shattered. He saw t...he face of everyone he’d ever loved. He recalled Jessie being taken from the room. ‘Help me.’ He recalled (he knew not how) the face of a little blonde girl who reminded him of Jessie, being hauled off in the same manner. ‘Help me.’ He recalled his mother, when Mr. Conway put the gun to her nose. ‘Oh my God!’. Her voice, shrill with fear, ripped. "Why's everything such a big production with women? How hard is it to get into the car and go home?" How about I sit on Steve's lap instead of getting in that little seat in the back?" suggested Kate as the women opened the car doors to climb in."I don't think that would be safe right now," grinned Lisa. "He's shown us how well he can play the piano, even with an injured shoulder. He has amazing hands, as we all can verify. He's also under a lot of pressure, so we need to be careful with him.. He’ll just give me a ticket, which means I’ll have to pay a fine, a penalty, but that’s all. He probably won’t even want to see your ID, just mine. Just relax, don’t say anything, and we’ll be OK.”We’re stopped now, and I’ve rolled down the window. The cop comes up to my door with kind of a swagger, I guess he’s one of those. He’s even got his hand on his damn gun while the other hand holds a flashlight. He leans down and shines the light right in my eyes, dammit. There are good cops and bad. You didn’t look at him, but I was sure you noticed him. That was because you reached behind your back and started running your fingers up and down the front of my pants. The jacket was so big on you that it hid what you were doing. But as my dick started responding to the stroking up and down, I started fidgeting again. You never looked back at me the whole time, keeping your eyes on the elevator doors. When the elevator reached my floor, you grabbed my hand and pulled me close behind you.