Davy talked for some time while Jill listened attentively as she'd always done. But as it became obvious he was getting "talked out" Jill also noticed... Davy was looking down towards her breasts. She wasn't surprised by this at all as Davy's love of breasts had been something she'd long been aware of and which in fact she'd often ribbed him about. Still, she'd never noticed him looking at her that way before. Then as she looked down at her breasts she saw why, he pajama top was not buttoned all. As the doors opened a security guard was waiting for us."Are you folks OK? He asked."Yes," Marjorie answered, "but I need the toilet."The guard stood aside. Marjorie pointed to her car and gave me the car keys before she dashed for the stairs.I pushed the loaded trolley to her car and unloaded it. I took the trolley to the trolley park. Marjorie was there as I returned to the car."OK?" I asked."Yes. I wasn't really desperate. I was worried because I didn't know how long we might be stuck."I. Allison said nothing."I'm sorry," Jack said quietly.Allison sniffled a little, grabbed her bag, and opened the door to get out. Jack turned off the engine and opened his door."Why are you getting out?" she snapped."Abigail needs me to get some old photo albums of hers. I'll grab them and be out of your hair." Jack couldn't really blame her. In essence, he WAS rejecting her. He just knew it had to be done now, otherwise it would only get worse.Jack followed her into the house and watched her. ” I jumped down to the main floor, holding the piece of brass pipe in my hand.“What’s the meaning of this outrage?” yelled the old man.“Son, you ought to sit down before you get hurt.” I gently pushed him so he sat back down in his chair. People on both sides of the aisle stood up, yelling in outrage. From the other side of the room, a man wearing a black robe and white wig stood up.“The Gentleman is not recognized by this House!”“Sit down and shut up, Bernie.” I kept walking across the floor..