"Get dressed, slut, and go home to your husband...I'm all fucked out."As Amanda mechanically pulled on her panties and dress she suddenly remembered R...ichard. She could not go home looking like this. She was a mess. What would she do? Looking desperately at Leon for support, "What will I tell Richard?" she begged."Tell him everything...he'll understand."Dazed as she was, Amanda was shocked. How could she possibly tell her husband the truth?Leon could see her hesitation. "Don't worry babe...just. It was only about a minute later that another car drove up to me. Not the car they'd had in Charleston, either they'd ditched that one or they had others. When the driver's window rolled down "Joe Smith" looked out at me."Get in," he said briefly, nodding to the front passenger seat. I did as I was told.We drove only a couple of hundred feet around to the back of the closed restaurant."OK, get out," he said, turning off the ignition. He pocketed the key. Again I did as I was told; he got out on. We'll take some of these bastards with us, though. We have cameras all over and we see them coming. I've told my people to wait until they can't miss. I need to go..." Bring your people inside, dammit. They'll be killed out there."Grigsby, more frustrated, continued, "You're not making sense. I have people outside who will..." ... Be dead in a few minutes if they engage those mercenaries. Listen to me, Matt. You saved my life at the hospital, now I'm returning the favor. Please, please take my. “We do have a bed, you know,” she said.He let go and pulled back the sheet immediately. He held her arm while she dropped down. He kissed her breast while climbing in himself. The touch was lovely. It was even necessary, but it did slow his progress. When he kissed lower, she pulled him up by his underarms. She didn’t need any more stimulation. She needed... “You,” she said. She pulled up her feet in the bed and let her knees drop outward. He parted her labia with his fingers, and then he drove.