Suddenly, she decided to get out of the car. She wasn’t sure what she’d stepped into, but it wasn’t what it was supposed to be…and she didn’...t want to stick around to find out. She reached for the door handle, but when she pulled it, nothing happened. Shit, she moaned again in the privacy of her head, the doors lock up when the alarm is triggered. When did they start doing that? And how am I gonna get out of here? It occurred to her that all of her skills in popping a car lock were designed to. "He turned around to find a gun in his face."... it."With a very hard-looking man staring down the barrel."Turn around. Hands on top of the car." Hey, I'm sorry. Next time I'll order more than coffee."He was frisked. Thoroughly.Very thoroughly.Funny. The frisker's hands seemed a little small... He felt a hand squeeze his member. "Hey!" he squeaked. "I've got a permit for that." You don't need one for that small a caliber." The voice was higher-pitched than Mr. Turn Around, but still masculine.. "I didn't know what to expect, but the three photos in the folder were pretty mild -- at least compared to the one in the bedroom. One picture showed Louise reclining sexily on the couch -- the very couch on which we were now seated -- with her right hand held behind her head in a classic pose, right leg lifted at the knee, and a lovely, somewhat imperious expression on her pretty face. As in the picture hanging above us over the couch, there was a healthy amount of pubic hair visible as well,. Although he felt sorry for his mother he had no intention of staying with her, especially when she now resembled something out of a porno magazine. In fact he knew he could tap into some of that money his dad had left her, after all paying to get a body like she now had must have cost somewhere in the region of fifty grand. Further more he could also go and find his father and instead of feeling such a looser, he could actually blame his low grades on him. 'Yeah I'll fleece the old man for.