"It'd be like old times, huh?" She smiled evilly. Old times indeed!When I was young, before I ran away from South Boston, Corie would dressme in her... older clothes, use her cosmetics on my face, and comb out myhair. When our step-father would come home drunk, he'd not see me and Icould avoid getting beaten. All he'd see were the little ones, Corie,and one of her class mates. So much for the old times.I walked over to my vanity grabbing a second small chair and I sat downin the vanity's. Rebecca straightened her shoulders, mentally and physically preparing herself to face the encounter ahead, and came up close to the door to slide the card through the slot. The door opened into darkness. No lights were on and the drapes were shut leaving the room lit only by the minute amount of light from the hallway. Immediately, the hair on the back of her neck raised, and her gut instinct went on high alert. She started to back out of the room when someone with a black face mask on,. I doubt anyone's okay to drive right now."Thought and action were simultaneous. Zach walked down the hall and into the front room. "Hey, Sam. Marie."Marie smiled, forcing him to suppress a shiver. "Hello, Zach." I thought for a second that it might be time when I saw you two were gone," he said.Samantha shook her head. "No, but that's exactly why I'm trying to convince her to relax here and wait until I can run her home this evening and stay."Trying to appear non-committal, he gave a little. Besides, he's probably a premature ejaculator with a pencil sized dick!"He smiled, and in a very pronounced southern twang said, "I'm Col. Jack Branson, from military procurement. Why don't we slip out of here and get a couple of drinks and give you a chance to cool down and, by the way, I don't have any of the problems you just mentioned."His total demeanor took the edge off of my anger. "Hi, Col. Jack Branson, from military procurement, I'm Jo Sheer from Atlantic Marine Engineering. I can't.