Walker's driver was there, silent andexpressionless as ever. He opened the door for Frank and they were off.It was a short drive. This time, the drive...r led Frank into the housethrough the service door, which Frank couldn't help but notice. All thesame, he found himself waiting in the all-too-familiar living room.He didn't have to wait long before Mr. Walker came in. As if there werenothing unusual about the situation at all, Mr. Walker just said, "Ah,Fifi, good to see you're punctual. Your. If you want me not to say certain things to you, just tell me okay?Going back to when Dar came over that night, I have been thinking about it. If you would like, maybe we can make it happen for you. And for me too. (haha) When you get home, why don't you find out how much a video recorder would cost and if you find one that you like, we'll just buy it. Here's my plan. Tell me if you like it. We can call Dar and invite him over to meet you and I can fix us all a nice dinner. I can tell. Whenever she does he starts stripping her clothes off of her, shed help but she had no time to react. Before she knew it she was butt-naked being thrown on Julias bed. He pounces on her and she starts to giggle. So he starts biting on her and nibbling and making animalist noises. Mandi drinks it up and starts writhing slowly with pleasure and the chills that are running up and down her spine. Julias likes the feel of Mandis soft supple skin, so he runs his tongue along her skin every other bite. Don Pellotti was head of a small family who all seemed to have nicknames with the exception of Juliette, who didn't seem to warrant one. Mine was "Numbers", or "Numbnuts", depending on who was talking about me. Not very imaginative I suppose. The former fit to a tee, mathematics is my game and numbers are like poetry to me, or were, revealing a symmetry and form, second only to Juliette's figure. I have no idea what Numbnuts was meant to be, or how it described my personality.Don, or Don.