On the way there, she noticed a storage room, or pantry, and thought``should he come back, I can hide in there.'' She tested the door,only to find tha...t it could not close all the way. At least it wouldblock her from view from the front door, and if he walked withoutlooking backward, she should remain hidden. She then went to thedining room, and spread out the books. She took the first one in theseries, and began skimming through it.Ah, but they were fascinating! She was soon drawn into the. The cunt then handed Louise a piece of paper from her pocket, it was folded, Louise opened it up and there was nothing written on it, Louise looked at the cunt siting before her and looked puzzled.“I would like you Miss Louise and him” she said without looking at either of us.“His name is Pops, cunt.you must call him Pops, he is my Pops, he is my stepfather, his name is Pops and that is what you will call him” Louise said before reaching over the table and giving her a sharp slap on her fight. To the east, about half a mile away, luxury homes fronted the Potomac. However here, neighbors were far apart. The old wood forest provided isolation and privacy.Dead foliage crunched underfoot. The tall trees formed a green canopy over our heads. We walked in cooler, dappled shade, wending our way around large trunks with gnarled bark, birds chirping, the strong, pleasing scent of mulch.For the first fifteen minutes we walked in silence, both lost in thought. I noticed Callie rubbing the. I couldn't intervene. I didn't want the drama, and above all, I didn't really have any real attraction to her. I was more into brunettes, the taller, curvier type. I'd hear them from time to time, then one night I heard them fighting. It seemed to settle down quickly so I thought nothing of it. Then the following night it started again, this time getting worse and worse. It sounded as if he were throwing her around the apartment. I figured I should either intervene myself or call the police..