‘You get everything sorted?’ ‘Mostly. It looks like Deacon’s hurt really badly. His back is totally fucked up.’ ‘Well, that wasn’t me. I...’m doing most of the hurting from our interaction.’ ‘No, it was Heather and that bat. She went apeshit on him.’ Lawton asked, ‘Why did you get mixed up with those two?’ It would be hard to find a half-dozen people in town that would feel sorry for either Heather or Deacon. Most would be happy to hear that they were beating each other up. Billy shook his head.. The intruder took out more rope and started tying her ankles.?What do you want from me??? I have money! Take my wallet?. Kristen started pleadingWith her ankles secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.?I don’t want your money, princess.??OH, God? Kristen nearly broke into tears ? please don’t rape me!?Still wearing a smile on his masked face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen’s nose and mouth, all while pinning her slender bound form to the bed.The futile but. Anyone who has seen a housing estate in the UK knows exactly what it looks like, because they all look much the same. On my estate, the houses were all semi-detached; that means two houses built with a joining wall, like just the two ends of a very short terrace without any houses in the middle bit.Daya’s family live in the house attached to ours. Her parents were originally from India but her whole family is very westernised and, like the rest of us, Daya speaks with a very strong local. "Please to meet you, Tak." No honorific but I wasn't surprised. The American wasn't the polite sort. He shook his head as I pumped one gallon of gas. "Seriously, this thing should be put out of its misery." He mimed shooting it."It's the only transportation I own." I answered, which was technically true; my father's corporation owned everything else.They paid for my gas and the cycle started with no trouble. I thanked them profusely before heading home to the one-room closet I called an.