What time should we meet you there?”Abioye answered, “I will make reservations for eight, I know the owner. When you arrive just give the maître ...de my name and he will seat you.”I said him, “Thank you, we would see him at eight.” I had no idea of what was going to happen that evening. One thing I did know, I do not trust anyone. I had brought with me four movie cameras that worked on sound and movement. I really wanted to see if anyone came into our room while we were out. They were no larger. She was having several electrical issues, and her internet had gone out. This was on a Saturday afternoon, and Jace had already started drinking. Jace loaded up his tools, and headed over to her house. When he arrived, she was standing at the door, and he had to look away. She was standing there in short cotton shorts, and a spaghetti strap top. This was normal for her, but seeing her amazing legs and her perky tits even for that glace, drove him crazy. And then her eyes. Those gorgeous. He ordered the pizza, payed, and we left."Follow me back!" He yelled as he ran to his car, scrambling to get his phone and keys, and shoved the pizza in the back seat.I got in my car, and started following. At this point, there was a weird feeling in my gut. I just felt as if I needed to make up some excuse to go home. I never bothered to ask if he had any room mates, I'm hoping it isn't awkward. I don't do well around a bunch of people. I hope he doesn't live in the ghetto. I noticed he also. Anotherminute & she?d be out of the office & on her way to the train station. Leaning back in her chair, she stretched,& closed her tired eyes again. What a day! Just one damnthing after another. ?I suppose that?s the price you pay for beingefficient & dependable.? She sensed, rather than saw a flicker ofmovement behind her. Suddenly, a gloved hand was forcing a large rubber ballbetween her jaws. Panicking, she reached up to grab the wrists of the unknownattacker. His grip was like iron..