She didn’t want to assess the pain but looking down Cathie realized she was bleeding.“Please,” Cathie cried, “Look, you’ve hurt me now, plea...se, let me go.”“Shut up, bitch,” Chris smiled.He grabbed her panties from the side and wiped up the blood that was on her thigh. Throwing them aside again, Chris laughed and looked greedily down at Cathie.“Let’s do this thing.”The group of guys let out a roar of jeers as Chris lay down on Cathie. Cathie closed her eyes, expecting the worse. She could feel. ‘But, if you were me, I’m telling you, its like someone set me up, or something. Like if someone asked me to describe my ideal woman, it would be she. Or, her.’ ‘Whichever.’ he added after a pause. He swirled the wine and stared at it. He took a small snip and sat the glass down, looking thoughtful. Brandon said, ‘Then, why don’t you go after her? Or she. Whichever.’ ‘Won’t work. I tried. Remember, I was borrowing your car. You must have noticed I didn’t put any miles on it. I doubt if she. That was very observant of you to pick up on that." I may be majoring in business, but that psychology minor does wonders for reading people. Have you suggested Mike from the Tuesday group?" I queried."Mike was one of the guy's on the list, but I'd rather not move people from one day to another if I can help it," Grandpa explained."So why haven't you made Saturday a permanent group like the other days?" I asked."Since you asked," Grandpa started, "Saturday is my test day for new candidates. . Do you want to call her back?"I took my cell out and tried to call my wife several times on her phone, then tried her office phone. She answered and almost snarled, "What do you want? I told Jen I didn't have time to talk right now. I'll see you when you get home." then she hung up.I looked at the phone a minute then said, "What the FUCK?"Jen looked at me briefly then asked what was wrong and I told her. She just said, "Well, maybe she is having a bad day. You know how stressed she probably is.