Across from him, Hicks did the same."What the hell is the matter with you morons?" Woo asked, although it seemed he was addressing the entire class in...stead of merely the two combatants. "What the hell are you fighting about?"Again, like kids in a schoolyard, they stared ahead defiantly, refusing to answer."Goddammit," Woo said, stepping forward and putting his face inches from Jeff's, "I asked you a question! Waters, tell me what you two were fighting about!" He pushed me off the water cooler,". "This is..." Brett started."I don't want to know his name. I'd rather not know." Jessica said shortly.Brett stopped, caught off guard. Jessica smiled and moved away from the door as a sign for Brett and her guest to come on in. "If you wish." Said Brett, looking at his guest. The young man had his eyes glued to Jessica's firm ass as she walked away. He was eager and Brett could tell.Chapter 3As they entered the living room, wine glasses were set out. Jessica had already had a couple glasses to. " What?" Just relax, have a good time... that's all."Once again I had the feeling that I wasn't completely in the know about what was going on. Were we that transparent?I was mulling that over in my mind as I walked the darkened path back to our room. I noticed that the blinds were drawn and the room apparently dark as I let myself in. There was a yellow, dim light, a candle flickering on the night stand. One of Margi's CDs was playing, a soft, melodic sound that I didn't recognize, but I. All right. Do you want to live? All right. Walk! Walk that way. Go!"The woman, terrorized now, nevertheless kept her wits and did as she was told. Phelps shoved Madeleine into the front passenger seat, opened the front and rear windows, and then, before Madeleine could react, struck her heavily across the face with the pistol. She slumped forward, unconscious.Phelps ripped off his own leather belt and looped it between Madeleine's wrists where the web belt still bound them. He extended his belt.