Digging in tight.“Uh-huh,” is all Carson could say.“Good.”Armisen spanked him, hard, almost knocking him to the ground. Then he brushed past, ...heading for the door.Carson wheeled around. “What should I do in the meantime?”Mr. Armisen shrugged. “Whatever you want. Stay here. Walk around. I’ll leave you my card.”He set it down on a counter. “In case you wanna spruce up.”Then he shut the door behind him.Carson’s rubbed his butt, the sting of Armisen’s palm still fresh, and looked around the suite.. " Now, Brent! Bell knows where you are. If he knows, Captain Giles knows. I'm surprised the police haven't swooped down on you with that arrest warrant already." She's right, Brent," Rubin said.I threw my hands in the air. "Okay, let's go."I was still wearing the shoulder holster with the XD-9, so I grabbed my sword. Mary picked up her shotgun, and we drove away in the pickup. As we were leaving the area, I noticed a police cruiser headed toward the studio. They didn't notice us. We'd left in. ******** Erin Masterson walked through the main shopping mall of her new home town ostensibly to find a new autumn wardrobe. Erin was 27 years old, or 3 weeks old, depending on how you viewed such matters, and a new set of clothes was more than just about welcoming in a new season. Three weeks wasn’t a tremendously long time to have lived here, but even so Erin was beginning to feel like it was time to move on and actually figure out what to do next with her life. Her benefactors at least. Somehow the guy could do the kookiestthings and never seem out of place.It was quite a while before they became friends. But Jon had thoroughlystudied Bill during the short time they had known each other. Especially whenit came to how Bill dressed. Jon had very firm ideas of what made guys lookgood, and what turned him on. Bill seemed to dress that way naturally.Actually, Bill's wardrobe was pretty limited. A few pair of 501s along withsome levis cords in white and "surfer" blue. He.