What about you and Barrington?Different.Playing catch up?I am now.Where are you?In a cab. Should I come?Only if you want to watch.Izzy too?Sebastion w...as asking about her?Asking?I told him about you wanting to fuck her.What did he say?That he'd like to fuck both of us too.I give the driver the new address. Then I ask Izzy, "I thought Sebastion lived in London?" "He has friends up here. Schol Harvey?" The slasher-flick-chick female director Schol Harvey?" No, Nathan, not the slasher-chick-flick. She looked the same as before:same clothes, minimal makeup, angular features pinched into an expressionof severity. Too bad, really: she'd be damn fine if she tried a littleharder. I looked around and saw that I was propped up in a dirty singlebed in a small, plain room with peeling and yellowed wallpaper. Probablysome kind of safe house or something. Still, the question had to beasked. "Where the hell am I?" I pulled you into the car and we managed to escape before any more of MrSteele's. Especially after watching Froo in the mirror as she came, and seeing her inner beauty blossom during the session in front of the mirror. Glancing up as she walked into the room, he smiled at her, and the smile he received back was just so perfect. A woman’s smile that knew she had pleased her man. * Stuart had just told her a very filthy joke, his big brown eyes twinkling at her, his arm around the back of her chair as they sat with the others at the big round table in the Chinese Restaurant.. He then dismounted and approached her."What seems to be the problem Miss?" He asked her, polite as can be."I... I'm not s... sure," she stammered. "I was driving when all this steam came out."Pushing her aside he ducked his head under the hood. Angel breathed a sigh of relief.'Maybe they can help,' she thought to herself.Unseen by her, the leader had pulled out a knife and was busily sabotaging her car. Cutting tubes and cables as he faked his examination of the car engine.Angel looked on,.