.. That was stupid. You idiot! Almost got us killed.I suppose that the true hero ... the guy who knows and does it anyway ... gets acclimated to doing... stupid dumb shit. It’s training. Training says, We do it THIS way. And he does it THAT way over and over until muscle memory takes over.I didn’t have any of that.I didn’t know the centerfold of the year was in the passengers seat of a burning car. I saw a need and fixed it.No Good Deed Goes Unpunished!Just because my punishment is a shorty curvy. He started it, took out a blue piece of paper from his pants pocket and placed it in his jacket. He rode off. The end. For now. It lasted only 30 minutes from the grab to him riding off. It seemed like forever. I was tired. My clothes, or what was left of them, needed changing. I had no idea where my shoes went. My makeup was a mess not to mention the hair. I turned on the vanity light and looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw looking back at me was satisfaction. How ironic. (1) My man, I. I covertly made my way to the house and peeked into the windows. The first one I looked in allowed me to see the living room which was sparsely furnished with a couch, large chair, TV and a table. There were newspapers and magazines scattered around the floor and that was about all there was to see. There was no sign of the girl I had seen carried into the house.I then worked my way around the house looking into each window as I went but still could not see the girl anywhere. When I got around. Are you sure you want to stay down here as it is now?They completely disregarded this room as part of the "renovation" deal.There's no air conditioning down here, nor are there any outlets.Everything is covered in dust... I guess the only saving grace is that thelights at least work, and so does the plumbing. The walls look halfdecent, but I dunno... Don't really care for this pink, floral wallpaper,"she muttered, twisting a lock of her light brown hair around herforefinger. Her daughter didn't.