Shock And Awe

There was something very beautiful about seeing the sunrise at Penns Landing.Sepia was wearing a beautiful white fur leather jacket that I had bought her for Christmas. She looked beautiful in the early morning hours looking at the water...We had gone ice skating Christmas night and we had spent the night in one of the plush hotels along the landing...We had both awakened early and had dressed and had just stood on the waterfront watching the sunrise and the birds and the waves...

You have to imagine my surprise when I saw the attorney,Robert Foxworth along the waterfront and looking distraught. I poked Sepia and pointed towards Robert Foxworth. She smiled, looked at me and said-

"I suppose one of his women must have stood him up last night." she laughed.

"Yeah...let me walk over and see what's on his mind." I said. Sepia just shrugged her shoulders.
She knew that I was going to do that anyway...whether I had announced it or not.

"Hey Robert...Merry Christmas to you bruh...what's shakin?" I asked.

"Kev...I got a little bit of a problem..." He said.

"Women problems?" I asked ,amused at how on the money Sepia was. I looked at her and winked.

"Yeah, but not what you think....I think my sister is in a bit of trouble." he said.

"Sister?...you never mentioned having a sister before." I said.

"Half sister, but my blood just the same...I was supposed to meet her for dinner last night and she didn't show up." he said.

"So? Maybe she had a date...it was Christmas Robert." I said.

"You don't understand Kevin...She was in some kind of trouble...She told me that she thinks she may have had a stalker...that she had been getting mysterious calls and that the past few days she felt as if she had been followed." said Robert.

"Followed? Followed by who?" I asked.

"That's just it...she wasn't sure." He said.

"Was she seeing anybody?" I asked.

"Well, she had just started dating this new guy....Isaiah Jordan....He seemed like a solid dude..but I only met him once....and then there was this married dude named Cole Butler, who she was involved with a few years back...He kept calling, wanting to get back and then there was someone else she said..Someone who kept calling and hanging up ....Calling and hanging up..and breathing heavy....She was very afraid Kevin and she called me about it...I came over her house and stayed with her one night and sure enough the phone rang....I answered it and there was the
breathing...then there was this voice Kev...it didn't sound real...it sounded like those guys that have to use a voicebox because cancer has destroyed their larnyx...you know?" said Robert.

"I got'cha Robert....or they probably altered their voice electronically...." I said.

"I got Sean and Peeping Tom to put a trace on her phone....They did and we found a tape recorder in a hotel room across town that was electronically activated by the sound of a voice coming from a phone. The people in the hotel had no record of who was in the room or who had placed the phone there...but they obviously weren't calling from the hotel...they cleaned their tracks well." he said.

I had to admit..I was intrigued.

'When was the last time you talked to your sister?" I asked.

''Christmas Eve..We made arrangements to meet for dinner on Christmas Day...Only, she never showed up...I went to her house, let myself in and she was gone. I'm afraid she's met with foul
play Kev...I don't know what to do next..I don't like this." said Robert Foxworth.

"Alright...I tell you what.....If she doesn't show up by tomorrow...you give me a call and I'll look into it okay?" I said.

''Sure thing Kevin..thanks man." he said.

I walked back over to Sepia who looked at me and said -"Woman trouble right?" I smiled a little
bit and said-"Well yeah, not exactly what comes normal to him though" I said as we walked away...I looked behind me and Robert sat on the bench ,looking lost...I had never seen him like this before.

The next day Clerow and I got Robert and the three of us went to his sister's, (who was named Monique) house... Robert had a key and he let us in. The house was immaculate. There was no sign of a struggle or disarray. In fact, it didn't look like she had even been in it. If she was missing,I suspected it was because she wanted to be missing. I checked her messages on her phone. There were none...and no last phone numbers either. This was very odd.

Next , we drove to the sleazy hotel where the tape recorder had been found. Since Robert and crew hadn't confiscated it...I wasn't surprised to find it now gone also. We went to the front desk. There was an old White man sitting at the desk.

" Sir, Who was in room 216?" I asked.

" Some guy....He said his name was Sam Jones." he answered.

'' Sam Jones, that name ring a bell?" I said looking at Robert.

"No..she never mentioned a Sam Jones." said Robert.

It was probably a phony name ,I reasoned. I asked the guy what this Jones fella looked like.

"I wouldn't know...I'm blind." he said.

I took a look at him and to my surprise , he was indeed blind.

'How do you run this place ?....In your condition? " I asked.

"I run it with my son.....we take cash and I give em a key or my son gives em the key." he replied.

"Where is your son?" I asked...

"I don't know...he'll be in soon." he said.

I walked over to the other side of the front desk.....I looked in the ledger....I saw a "Sam Jones" registered...on December 15th...I also saw an address....Nobody that went to this much trouble to conceal themselves would be this sloppy...or would they? There was after all, no crime committed here...not yet.

"Robert, when would you say your sister started getting the calls? The middle of the month?"
I asked.

"Yeah, around then." he said.

"Hmmmm, right about the time this Jones fella took this room." I said. I made a mental note in my mind.

We left the hotel.. I was driving my car....I dropped Clerow and Robert off and then doubled back....I was going to check out this address myself. I suspected that it might be a phony address....

The house was at the end of the block . This was the type of street where every other house was
either occupied or abandoned...I had my peice on me, so I wasn't worried. I walked up the steps
to this house...It looked abandoned...I looked inside...To my surprise..I saw a woman, bound and gagged in a chair... I tried the door ....Another surprise...it opened...I crept in....I looked at the woman...It was Robert's sister...I recognized her from the photo...Before I could do anything...I felt a jolt of what felt like electricity.....My body began to jerk like crazy...I felt a sensation of heat all over me and then everything went black....I didn't feel myself falling, but I could see my body
hit the ground....and when it did...it seemed like the entire room shook....everything went black
and then I saw a white light ...a very bright light......in the horizon.......that's all I remember!!

(To Be Continued.....)

From Our Family To Yours...

Little Sister Sophia & The Booga Wooga

As we celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, we wanted to share our best wishes and prayers that GOD will continue to bless all of our family and friends. We hope that this will be the best Christmas ever for you and your loved ones. Peace and love to you all!

All I Want For Christmas Is You (Repost)

Here is a repost of a poem I wrote last year!

I don't need a fancy expensive watch by Movado...

Or any sweet smelling cologne

from some foreign country of which I may never go...

And I don't want a bottle of some fancy type of wine..

Or to go out dancing alone again...just wasting my time.

This Christmas ,I don't want anything expensive or new...

All I want for Christmas..

All I want for Christmas..

All I want for Christmas ..girl, is you.../

I don't need any tickets to a Christmas Eve Basketball game.

that the home team will more than likely lose...

I don't need coupons or a gift card from some chic new store

that sells products that I'll probably never use..

What I don't need is sit in this apartment alone..

crying about the love I let slip away from me and singing the blues...

When All I want for Christmas

All I want for Christmas...

All I want for Christmas...Girl is You.../

If I could just have you with me...

Oh How happy I would be...

because all I want for Christmas...

All I want for Christmas..

All I want for Christmas

baby..is you.../

Backwash

"Both of em gon have secrets to tell each other this December and aint neither one of em gon like it." said Clerow just two days before when talking about Carlton and Anita. I was thinking about what he said as I watched Anita pace the floor of her sister, Mabel's restaraunt.

"Waiting for someone?" I asked ,knowing full well that she was and who she was waiting for.

"Yeah, kind of sorta Mister Kevin." she said. "You waitin for someone too?" she asked, throwing it right back at me. I had to laugh....Even though I wasn't pacing the floor , I was sitting in that solem way that people sit when they are waiting for someone. I was waiting for Sean, Clerow, Tom and Lockpick Johnson...My crew...I needed information and I needed a plan of action to ward off Clinton Porter's real plan. A plan that had become apparent to me only recently.

Just then Carlton walked in...He smiled and pecked Anita on the cheek and pulled up a seat at the table directly across from mine. He waved at me and I nodded my head in recognition of him.

"So What is this about Carlton?" asked Anita.

"I got an extension with the Clippers for the rest of the season babe." he said.

"That's great...but that's not why you actually came here is it? " said Anita.

" Welllll, uhhh,er...ahhh.." said Carlton...

"That's not why you've been here for a week and I'm just seeing you now is it?" said Anita.

Carlton looked startled.....

"My girlfriend Freda said she saw you and Jess playing ball at the courts." she said.

"Oh" he responded.

"So why are you really here?" she said.

"Well Anita..there is no easy way to say this, but ...I've met someone....Out in Cali...I didn't mean to, but it just happened...I-I-I don't know how to explain it...it just happened...." he said.

"Well ,I'm glad you came here and told me." she said.

"I wanted to tell you a couple of months ago." He said.

"You goin out to Cali to stay?" she asked.

"Yeah....I'm gonna try and make a go at it..I'm leaving tomorrow." he said.

"You're not staying for Christmas?" she asked.

"Anita,it's better this way." he said..."You'll find somebody...you're a pretty girl...you'll find somebody in no time." he said...then quietly got up and walked out of the restaraunt.

I couldn't beleive that I had gotten that caught up in their drama...I walked over to Anita and put my arms around her....

"Of course you know that I know you're going to be just fine." I said.

"Sure am" she smiled at me..."But that's our little secret Mr. Kevin." she said.

"Oh and by the way..I hear Chance is at Josie's...If you hurry, you might catch him." I laughed.

She winked at me, put her coat on and walked out the door ,just as Sean and Clerow walked in.

"Bout time you guys got here..where are the other two?" I asked.

"They just sent a tape to the police...Anonymously like, you know.. And now they sittin on that apartment complex." said Clerow.

"What?" I asked. "What Tape?"

"We got you covered boss....We overheard him hiring some cat to kill that Meadows broad..Told him to put something , a glass you drank out and a pistol he fired..with your fingerprints on it in the house."said Sean....

"But How? " I asked.

"Peeping Tom called in a favor to some guy he knew in the intelligence community..They gave him some type of device that he aimed at the cell phone towers..It took him awhile, but he pulled your boy's cell phone number out from all of the many numbers he had...and he honed in on his conversations...We caught him hiring a hitter to ace that old broad." said Sean.

"How'd he get the number?" I asked.

"I ,uh kind of pick pocketed him yesterday and replaced his phone with one that we had. It was the same model and everything.. Tom had cloned it." said Clerow.

"What? You guys got that close to him?" I asked , amazed at what they did without my direction. Yet I knew it...I knew his plan was to do what I did to him, frame me for murder...I knew it. Just then, my phone went off ...It was Peeping Tom.

"Hello My friend....You can sleep well tonight...Lockpick and I were sitting across the street from that apartment....Some guy tried to break in that old broad's apartment...Turns out that old broad had a gun... Funny She would have a gun and be ready for him..ya know ? Hahahahahaha, She shot him and killed him...The cops are processing the scene now...You played this game well my friend...You totally out thought him.....He's done.." said Tom.

"Yeah ,how about that? You guys did fantastic work ." I said...not feeling that good. "You guys get out of there before someone sees you." I said.

''Way ahead of you my friend , I been doin this kind of stuff for a long time..I knew how to deal with Mister Porter....Take care and happy holidays." said Tom.

"You too Tom." I said.

"Well boys...looks like the case is over...Thanks again." I said , as I gave Sean and Clerow some dap and watched them walk away.

"Oh Clerow?" I said just as he walked out the door...

"Yeah Boss?" he said.

"You were right." I said..

"Right about what ?" he asked...

I just smiled.... Once they were gone..I got in my car....It would take the cops awhile to figure out where to find Clinton...I could find him first. When I got to Clinton's house, he was already putting his things in the trunk of his car, when I drove up on him..

"Going Somewhere?" I asked.

"I found the bugs you planted in my house.....I know that the cops are probably on their way here.... You played the game exceptionally well Mr. Morris...but I'll be back...This isn't the last you'll hear from me." he said.

"Well you'd better hurry up Clinton..I uh kind of called the cops on my way here...you know to kind of hurry the process along." I said.

"You're a smart ass Kevin, you know that?.....You know any good lawyers?" he joked.

"I know a few...but you wouldn't trust my references would you ?" I laughed.

He laughed- "Helll no." We both laughed.

I watched them handcuff Clinton and put him in the police car.....I don't know how long he'd stay in jail this time...and I was sure we would match wits again....but for now...for now, he was going back to the slams..

I hurried home ,I was missing my wife....Sepia was standing at the door with some mistletoe.....

''What's this? Christmas is a few days away." I laughed as I embraced her.

She kissed me.....

"Yeah I know, but you've been having a rough couple of days...so come here, stand under this mistletoe and kiss your wife." she said grinning. She was wearing a red plaid flanel robe. I kissed her...She whispered in my ear...

"I'm not wearing anything under this robe."

"Nothing? " I asked.

"Not a thing..I'm all yours." she laughed devilishly.

"Lead the way" I smiled.

I smiled....This wasn't a classic happy ending, but it was as close as I was going to get after this strange caper.

(For Simone)

Cover Yourself

One thing I had learned from Clinton Porter was to always have information on your man (or woman) and all of the people he or she had around them....Always stay a step ahead of your opponent. I trusted him to know all of my legitimate associates.....but I had some associates who were not so legit that I knew he didn't know about.

I had a whole day to plan before I decided to meet him. I did some snooping myself. From his parole officer and a contact in public records who owed me a favor..I found out that he was listed as living at two seperate addresses. If I knew right..One was a dummy address and the other was where he actually laid his head.

He knew me on sight...So I hired "Peeping Tom Constanoble and Lockpick Johnson" To check out his adresses. I called my friends, Chess and Chris and asked them if Fathead Newton had any guys who could do a scope of the addresses for me. He did..and since they had no link to me whatsoever....They were able to locate just where he was actually living in no time. They watched the place like a hawk and called Peeping Tom and Lockpick Johnson when he left. They broke into his place and wired it for sound and video..and then quietly left....He was watching me and I was watching him.

I sat in an unmarked van with Sean Jackson and Clerow....Sean snapped photos of him at my old apartment complex talking to Mrs. Meadows and Denise. If I knew right ,he was offering them money to testify against me or help him blackmail me....Hmmm, he hadn't changed a bit.

"I don't know if we'll get a lot on this guy Kevin...He's hardly ever at home." said Sean Jackson.

"Yeah, He's too slick to talk on his home phone...He'll most likely use a cell...." I thought, then I came up with another idea...We watched Denise's apartment and when she and her mother were out..Lockpick and Peeping Tom went in and wired their apartment. We could now listen to any conversation had in their apartment with him...Still we had to find a way to get his cell phone and clone it...That was the key to getting to him...but I was running out of time.

I'm sure he had operatives out looking for me too...It was almost time to meet with him. Another thing he taught me, was to "cover yourself" . I told my wife Sepia the entire story about me and Denise and Porter and Deadwyler.....I asked her to come to Josie's with me.

Peeping Tom was in a van outside my house... I walked up to the van..He pulled down the window.

''Evening Mr. Morris... We are bein watched, so just be cool" said the cool Italian man.

"He just read the riot act to that gentelmen across the street in the jeff cap and another guy at the end of the block, who is lighting a cigarette. They were supposed to be sitting on you and telling him your every move and they said they lost you at around 10:30..He was mad as hell.. it's on the tape." said Tom

"Good work....Okay Tom..keep me posted, just ease out of here." I said non-chalantly.

''Be Easy my friend." he laughed as he pulled off. I smiled.

Sepia and I got in my car and pulled off.....Two cars pulled off behind us...I continued to smile...

A car was behind them and at the corner of the next block..a car crashed right into one of their cars..

An "angry" Clerow got out and began raising hell....The two guys got out of their car,Only to see the imposing figure of Cock Robbins staring at them....and Donald "Smooth" thrown in for good measure in case things got rough. We continued to drive down the street....I had lost his two guys again....I was pretty sure that they would be out of jobs by morning...Porter didn't suffer fools lightly.

We walked into Josie's and sat at a small table. I ordered drinks for us. I saw a tall slender man with a touch of gray walk in , say a few words to Gus at the bar. Gus pointed to us at our table. The man looked surprised, but he walked over to me anyway.

"I told you to come alone." he said.

"Clinton....Clinton...what can I say...She loves me, I don't leave home without her, she's like American Express." I said.

"Still got that smart mouth huh? Do you think she'd love you if she knew what I know?" he sneered.

" Yeah,I think so." I said.

'You do ,do you?" he said.

"I'm positive." I said

"You told her didn't you?" He said.

"Yeah, it was before we met...what was to hide?" I said.

"Well, she is not my prime concern...The police might not be as forgiving...especially if her mother swears out a complaint." He said.

"Well ,you can try that angle if you like...but I beleive, Denise is what? Thirty seven years old now? Unemployed, a suspected stripper, who still lives with her alcoholic mother......That was years ago....A cop told me that the statute of limitations ran out on that.....So you can try that if you want to Clinton." I said.

"You covered yourself well....I see you learned from me, didn't you?" he laughed.

"Yeah...and you're boring me Clinton...it's over okay....you got nothin...you're a dinosaur....you've been locked up too long...the world has passed you by." I said.

"Yeah ,don't be so sure smart guy." he said as he stormed out of Josie's and into the night. "It was never about the statutory rape charge my friend...it goes deeper than that." he sneered as he walked out of Josie's.

Sepia looked at me and Gus walked over to the table we were sitting at-

'What's Up with him Kevin, he looked crazy?" asked Gus.

"You beat himKevin, you outsmarted him..." said Sepia...

"No..I didn't....I just realized, I was just playing into his hands..." I said.

"What do you mean?" asked Sepia as Gus stared at me.

"He's a smart guy..he didn't come here to blackmail me for a years old statutory rape case...Heknew he couldn't embarrass me or get me locked up for that....He wouldn't play his ace..No he's got something bigger planned.."I said.

"There is nothing else." said Sepia.

"Yeah , it is...somebody's gonna have to die....." I said.

Epilouge-

"Hello"

"Hello, Curt?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Clinton Porter....Remember that little job I wanted you to do?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, it's time to take care of it....I gave you two addresses...Stop by one and

pick up the hardware and an envelope with the address and half of your pay.

when the job is done....Call me and just say.....Completed..Then I'll contact you

and let you know where you can pick up the rest of your money."

"Okay, cool....I got the glass and the dummy pistol with his fingerprints on it.

I've fired it twice and it looks exactly like the one I'm gonna ...."

"Heyy...Hey...Not on the phone ...I told you the plan...you don't have to tell it

to me...just make it happen.."

(Conclusion Next)

Dirty Laundry

"Ohhhh Kevin.....wowwww...you were like...like a man about to go off to war tonight...that was so
intense.." gasped Sepia as I crawled from on top of her and lay on my side in the bed...sweat was running off of both of us...

I usually had a one liner or a joke or something to say after we made love, but tonight...I could think of nothing to say, so I just lie there ,staring at the ceiling. She rested her head in the crook of my chest..

"You seem like you're so far away Kevin?" she said. I didn't want to discuss what was on my mind and thankfully, she fell asleep right after she said that. I couldn't sleep...I just laid there.
Clinton Porter was out of jail and he was trying to blackmail me, again. He wanted to meet with me about god knows what and I know that while he would be asking for money...He wanted more than money..He wanted some revenge.

I had indeed framed him...Kind of sort of...I knew that he had killed Leonard Deadwyler....an associate of mine who he was investigating for cheating on his wife. Leonard was indeed cheating,
but instead of turning over the evidence to Mrs. Deadwyler, who was paying him, He decided to
blackmail Leonard for a bigger payday.

There was just one problem....The person Leonard was cheating on his wife with was Clinton Porter's mistress. I found the mistress and tried to work out a deal with Clinton to stop blackmailing my friend, but he refused. Leonard threatened to go to the police and to tell Mrs.
Porter about what was going on....It was then that Leonard turned up dead a few days later.

The cops had nothing, no eyewitness and no murder weapon. Clinton Porter found out about my involvement and dug up some dirt on me....Dirt that could still get me locked up if it were to be made public....To shut him up...I planted enough "evidence " in his car and in his house, to have the police find it...with the help of a few "anonymous" tips and send Clinton Porter away for
ten years. He was no innocent man..but I did use a rather unfair set of tactics to get him put away. I couldn't beleive he was out.

I drifted off to sleep and in my sleep ,I remembered her...my bad habit...and the thing that Clinton Porter had over me. I hadn't met Sepia or Cock Robbins or Jean Coakley or any of the folks who would inhabit my world and start me on my path of cracking cases. I was just a writer at Hype Magazine then...I had a blog and Sepia was just someone, whose blog I followed and who I would often comment on. She would comment back to me and I would e-mail her occassionally.

I thought Sepia had some pretty sexy photos...I never in my wildest dreams knew I would ever meet her one day, be involved in a case of multiple murders that involved her and her then lover,Cock Robbins and wind up marrying her and becoming his friend...No, this was long before that.....

Her name was Denise...Denise Meadows and she lived with her drunken mother a few apartments from where I was then staying...We used to talk...I'd see her on her way home and occassionally I'd give her a ride. I never saw her with any books ,so I never assumed that she was in school. She had a pair of hips on her that were something else...and a nice sized rack to match.. Had the cutest dimples and the sweetest smile. She would often come down to my apartment while I was writing. It was all very innocent...We would talk, She would read some of my blog posts before I published them, or proof read my columns before I sent them to the magazine.

Denise was very intelligent and very advanced for her age. I thought she was about 21, which would have made her about seven years younger than me at the time. She would stay and talk and I would order a Pizza or a Hoagie or a Cheesesteak for the both of us and we would eat, drink a beer maybe and then she would leave,go back to her apartment.

After about six months of this though...things changed...She would catch me looking at her and she would come down to my apartment with low rider jeans...which clearly showed her thong or the waistband of her Victoria's Secrets bikinis for me to see.. She would wear blouses that were so sheer, they left little to the imagination...and sometimes ,she would wear no bra at all..breasts just hanging out....To say ,that after she left I was more than a little hot and bothered is an understatement..Still,I didn't make a move.

One night, it was well after two in the morning...She knocked on my door....I was in my bathrobe and some boxers....She had on what the girls call "Booty shorts" and a blue denim blouse....It was open just enough for me to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. She must have put baby oil on her breasts because they were shining almost and sticking out. I was more than a little excited...and she knew it.

I should have told her that it was too late to hang out...but I didn't...I wanted her to stay just as much as she wanted to be there. We watched a movie she had rented...She stuck her hands into my shorts and grabbed my penis...she began stroking it lightly...I was getting hard...I moved her hand ...but she put it right back....Looked at me and smiled...I wanted to move her hand again, but I didn't...and soon we were kissing and stroking each other...I slipped her blouse open and began licking and squeezing her breasts...She let out soft moans...

She took me in her mouth like a pro, like this hadn't been the first time she had done this.. It felt so good and any thought of impropriety was completely out of my mind at the time.

I pried her out of her shorts.....She was wearing a pink lace thong, which I slipped off...In no time I had on a condom, I kept under the couch just in case of situations like this and was deep into her lusciousness..We made love slow and intensely on my couch for close to two hours...Then, I picked her up ,took her into my bedroom and finished what we had started...It was great. She made love to me like she owed me some money, very passionate, very intense.

When she came to my apartment after that..There was very little conversation, and a lot of lovemaking. I adored her. I kept what we were doing a secret or so I thought. During that time, I interceded for Leonard Deadwyler....I had no idea how good Clinton Porter was and how much information he had. Porter did his homework...Knew everything there was to know about Leonard and the people around him...Even knew that I was snooping around on his behalf..

When Leonard and I turned the tables on Porter, he had to find a way to knock me out of the game and he played his hand well.-

"Mr. Morris...I wouldn't be going to the police if I were you, not with what you're doing." He said.

"Me?, what am I doing?" I said.

'You're having sex with a 16 year old girl...consensual it may be...but still statuatory rape in my book and being that her mom is a drunk and will do anything for a buck...I won't find it hard to convince her to press charges against you." he sneered. "Always cover yourself Kevin, if you're going to be uncovering other people's misdeeds...Make sure your sheets aren't stained..heheheheheheheheheheh.." He laughed. I wanted to knock his head off.

He had photos, even tapes of our sessions...He was that good...I could've been jailed....I didn't know...I assumed she was twenty one..She wore make up and was far more developed than most girls that age..I didn't know...Everything went sour after that...I had to break it off with Denise...Which she didn't take too well..She or somebody busted the windows and flattened the tires of my car.. then Leonard went for himself and tried to blackmail Porter....Leonard turned up dead and I framed Porter and got him sent away for manslaughter to make what I did go away. It didn't. I had to move out of that apartment to get Denise out of my mind.

Clinton Porter was a blackmailer and a murderer to boot.....but I admit...I gave the cops an unfair advantage over him....He had had all of these years to sit in prison and plot his revenge...I feared the day he would get out....I had no idea what I was going to do now. What I wasn't going to do was lie down and let him

squeeze me dry...I would sleep now and plot my strategy...Morning was coming.

(To Be Continued...)