” I took a tentative step closer.“Don’t know no Adrienne,” the man muttered.I stopped, relief pouring through me at the sound of his voice. ...He's home. Not the streets. Griff Corrigan. Former biologist, a thousand times smarter than I’d ever be, addict or not. But he happened to share my addiction, to my dismay when I was on the street next to him. Be cool. “This was my area.” My voice was level. “I let you have it.”“Girl who let me have it’s dead.”“Funny. I feel so… vibrant.” A. I was now completely naked from the waist up. Their powerful hands continued to hold me down as they proceeded to suck , bite and squeeze my breasts, all the time laughing at my protests and making dirty comments and calling me things like a ‘sexy little slutwife’ “Well I think it’s time to see if that little pussy of yours is nice and wet again” said Ollie at which again I cried “Nooo please!” but I could do nothing as I was powerless to move in their strong grip. My jeans were then. " That was as far as I got before I was hit with a lightning bolt to my mind. I immediately shut my mental shield and threw up my body shield. Once I caught my breath, sort to speak, I lashed out to the mind that was sending the mental bolt. I grabbed the mind and squeezed and the attack stopped. I looked around the room and there was a very old Orthanian slumped on the floor holding his head in his hands and gasping for breath.I slowly released my hold on his mind and said in a command voice,. When they had all passed out, I took some clothes, someone's car keys and went to the airport. A plane was leaving so I left. Thank goodness no one took my purse or credit cards. I came straight here. I need a shower and a place to stay and came here to see if you would let me get started again." This is your house too Terry. You have the right to be here too." Mary said."That's not the way you said it the last time I saw you Mary. You even pulled you gun on me and told me to get" Terry, you.