A lot less doesn't always mean a lot more exciting though and this was obvious in his expression.A lot less doesn't always mean a lot more exciting though and this was obvious in his expression. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me with slightly glazed. John return from the kitchen and his exression mimiced that of his brothers. I walked the length of the living room so that the three men could get a good look at me. As I slowly turned around to stand in front of them with my hands on my hips and my legs spread widely apart, Doug whistled and said softly "that should work fine". Then he Paul and John got there coats on and walked to the door. I pulled my leather jacket on and grabbed my dog collar fro m the table. As I adjusted it Doug told me that I could still back out if I was scared or if I was even uncomfortable. We headed out to the car. John drove and Paul and I sat in the back. Doug talked to John about little things but for the most part the drive was silent. We made it to the bar in about fourty five minutes. It seemed like hours though, as I began to feel more and more uneasy. We sat in the car after we reached the parking lot. John carefully went over what he had told me before. He described the man, what he was wearing, where he usually stands and what he likes. |