" Adelina did not reply, instead she paused to take off her sunglasses, looking to her hands, the tell-tale sign of a woman's age, Jack placed her in... her late 30s. A substantial engagement ring and wedding ring adorned her hand as her fingers adjusted her wavy brunette hair that looked expensively kempt. Her attire lacked any frivolity, a dark navy blue suit with a thick ivory coloured trimming on her jacket, her skirt hemline matching her jacket. The skirt was wrapped tightly around her legs. Before they set out, however, Jonathan made Molly hold the horn lantern and renewed the priming charges in his pistol.“I shan’t shoot at your friends, but Wainwright’s band has muskets,” he whispered.He became stock-still when Molly put her hand on his arm.“I trust you,” she whispered.Then, led by Molly, they walked along the path towards the flickering light. Getting closer, they could see that it was indeed a sizeable bonfire around which there were shadows moving. Those shadows proved to be. Just as he wheeled it onto the sidewalk, Tony stomped over to me and yelled, "Cain't you hold up a damn bike?" He slapped me across my face so hard that my head jerked and I found my startled eyeballs suddenly staring down the street in the opposite direction. I turned back to him, my neck aching from the blow, and saw his reddened face glowering into mine."Get this shit outta the street and get that bike loaded again! Now we're gonna have to rebuild this whole damn order! And whatever's. “You don’t move, you don’t touch yourself, you just sit there and get frustrated. If you do manage to climax ... I’m putting you on the cross and whipping that fat ass of yours.”“Cousin...”“Hush. You wanted negative attention. You let me know by doing a really poor job licking me. Now you’re going to get that negative attention.”“So, dear Brother,” Donna said, “what are we going to do with ourselves. We still have about two hours til we have to clean up for cocktail hour...”MargoThere had been.