He listened, really listened to what she said. God, he had done that when they were in high school. Why had she not paid more attention to this man? S...andra had been ‘Run hard and put away wet,’ as the horsemen like to say. A smart woman, she knew that there was a better life out there. Would Harold consider her damaged goods? She had baggage. Two teen age kids were part of who she was now. ‘Harold, I would like you to have dinner with me and my kids Sunday afternoon.’ That would put the fat on. Please don't hit me no more, I'll do whatever you say, honey!"Then there was a loud banging on the door. "Security!" the voice said. "Open the door!"Junior went to the door and opened it. It was the black security guard. He looked in. He saw Terilyn cowering behind Junior. "What's going on, man?" the security asked."It aint nothin, man," Junior said. We just havin' a argument - cool?" The security looked at Terilyn. She was standing there naked, high heels, lipstick, and wig."You ok?" The guard. My heart beats faster, Breath quickens; body trembles I need a release. Now is not the time, Too many complications. Will you wait for me? I should have turned after you. I should have followed you home, damn the consequences. Why do I always have to be the good girl, the one who tries to do the right thing? Who knew that a random Monday night at the bar would have led to this? A few minutes of polite conversation and exchange of numbers has resulted in me lying in this bed alone trembling,. It sure sounded as if I had triggered a string of Claymores, because about the time I finished my first bounce, and started to roll away from Mr. 4 O’clock, well the shooting started. It did not sound, at first, like it was coming from where the voices hid in the bush. The initial several shots sounded like they came from my right, and seemingly were directed at the guys who had confronted me.Well, it seemed like a good idea to make sure Mr. 4 O’clock did not feel neglected, so I dug out the.