She had begged, cried, reduced her own dignity, but I didn’t yield. Eventually, she snapped and stormed away after giving a very bloody, swear-fille...d, insult-full lecture. I didn’t expect any less. I had hoped that the humiliation she went through might change her, but It seems that she is back to her old tricks. That made me feel sad.I stood there, so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t notice someone walking up to me. Coming back to my senses, I saw it was Amy, smiling sadly at me.“I knew you. She watchinghelplessly as he rummaged through her clothes collection findinggarments that she had hoped no one would ever find. Her stupidly largeheeled pumps that Harry was now eagerly jumping into. Her micro miniskirt, something that she had never dared to wear in public but in whichHarry was happily jiggling around. To top it off, he pulled on her tinycrop top that did not leave much to the imagination, especially Harry'sample cleavage and supple navel.'Wow! I feel great!''Harry, you look. He had supplied them with a couple of law enforcement pursuit cars that his boys had snatched from in front of a busy donut shop right at rush hour. He had stripped them of the excess add-ons and repainted them black. They looked so bad he wanted to keep them for personal transportation for his boys but Desmond knew they were far too "Hot" for local trips to the pussy bar. In return, he got a shit-pile of pills from the bike gang that he converted to easy cash with some white-collar types from. "Why not now?" Brad asked, playing a sophisticated man-of- the-world type."You pick out a record while I open the wine," Angie directed.Good gosh, he was hard to talk to! And he kept looking at her in that insinuating way. She must reach the front door first to warn Doug. She kept hoping the doorbell would ring soon.Brad pretended to look for a record. Is she nervous! he thought. Those two must have been up to something. I'm going to be there when old Douggie boy steps in the door. He put a.