.. I'm not sure ... I mean I, ... I don't know ... OK here he is." She handed the phone back to Stan.Stan had to laugh. Angie looked more shocked now ...than when he first spoke to her. The bartender tapped her on the shoulder and brought her out of her dream."Your drink order?", he said shaking his head, wondering what planet she was off to.Angie grabbed the tray of drinks and took them to the waiting customers.Stan finished his plotting with Silvia and headed back to the table.Angie spoke to. Everyone's asleep. He pulls the air conditioner out the window, setting it on the ground.The three children are sleeping in the living room, in underwear. She is by herself. Baby doll pajamas. He lowers down on her; wrapping both arms around her mouth and neck so she can't scream or fight.She freezes; not knowing whether to scream or fight. "How many are there?" She can't analyze the situation that quick.If she screams, he runs.She doesn't.He cups a hand against her ear: "If you don't cooperate. I just wiped some blood off your face, I didn’t perform a hip transplant.’ But she still looked puzzled. ‘Why are you crying?’ And I don’t know why, but for once in my life I let down that guard, that protective armor I carry everywhere like a Roman shield. I didn’t want anyone other than her to hear my confession, and said it softly. ‘I’m crying because it has been so long since I was touched with such care and concern. Too long.’ And as I admitted this I felt the tears again, rolling down my. Needless to say, Deanne drew a crowd VERY quickly – guys were round her like flies around sticky paper! But to the guys disappointment, Carol dragged her away after only a few minutes so they could go and get changed. I knew what Carol would have on – a crotchless sheer blue catsuit which was very unusual and which she always made sure didn’t get ripped by any over-enthusiastic guy as it had cost her quite a bit of money. But when they came back I was STUNNED at what Deanne was wearing!!!The.