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want
even more nudity.
If topless can bring in this kind of business, imagine what total nudity would do."
    Rebecca looked around at the waitresses. She
could barely stand to eat in this room as it was. Total nudity?
Barf.
    "And I'll add a cover charge. Thirty bucks
to get in the door."
    The waitress brought the wine bottle and
filled their glasses.
    Wiley gulped his down immediately and
motioned for the waitress to refill it.
    Rebecca pretended to take a sip of hers.
    "Are you hungry?" He sucked down his second
glass of wine.
    "No, not really."
    He put his hand on her arm and leaned in.
"Want to go to my place? I just bought a house." He grinned.
    "Uh, sure."
    He staggered out of the restaurant, hanging
onto her for support. Rebecca decided he must have already had
several drinks before she got there. "I'll drive."
    "What? No, I'm fine."
    "I'm not going with you unless you let me
drive."
    "Oh, alright." He took the keys out of his
pocket and handed them to her.
    His address was programmed into his car's
GPS system. It was a good thing, since he was in no condition to
give directions.
    "You're a very beautiful woman, Judy."
    "Julie."
    "Oh, yeah. Sorry, Julie. You're a very
beautiful woman, Julie. Did anybody ever tell you that?"
    "A couple of times."
    "I love your long, long..." He seemed to get
stuck on the word. "...long, long...legs...Julie." He reached over
to put his hand on her right thigh.
    "Take it easy, Big Boy," she said. "I'm
trying to drive."
    "Oh, sure. Sorry."
    "Are you and your dad close?"
    "Huh? Oh. Not really."
    "I mean, how often to you see him?"
    "Usually just at the office. Or sometimes at
the café."
    "So, did you see him today? Or talk to
him?"
    "Uh, yeah, I think so. Yeah, I saw him at
the office today."
    Rebecca drove in silence.
    "Why do you ask, Julie? Are you looking for
a job? Do you want me to put in a word for you with my dad?"
    "Yeah. Maybe." She pulled into the driveway,
as instructed by the woman's voice in the GPS. "Well, here we
are."
    Rebecca helped Wiley make it up the steps
and into the house. "This is a nice place you've got." She was
surprised at how neat it looked.
    "Thanks." Wiley plopped down on the
couch.
    Rebecca noticed the pictures on the mantle.
"Is this your dad?"
    "Yeah." He got up and joined her. "And
that's my stepmother, Kimberly." He stepped in close to the
picture, his nose two inches from the glass. "Die, Bitch!"
    "So, you and your stepmom don't get
along."
    "You could say that." Wiley was beginning to
sway.
    Rebecca took his arm. "Maybe you'd better
sit back down." She led him to the couch.
    He fell onto the couch, pulling Rebecca down
with him.
    "I think you've had way too much to
drink."
    He had already passed out.
    "Maybe I'd better go."
    He began to snore.
    She took a few seconds to look around the
house, but didn't see anything of interest. So, she walked outside
and called for a cab. She was gone within ten minutes.
    **********
    Once the cab had driven away, Wiley stood up
and took out his phone.
    "Hey. We may have trouble. Rebecca Ranghorn
showed up at the club...I don't know. I did my drunk
act...yeah...totally fooled her...no, don't worry...I've got it
under control."
     
     

CHAPTER 8 - Tuesday, 1:16 a.m.
     
    Rebecca paid the cabbie and got out. As she
walked to the front door, she saw Gabby unlocking it from the
inside.
    She heard something whizz by her head. Then
a pop. In the split second it took for her to realize somebody was
shooting at her, another bullet hit the doorframe.
    Gabby opened the door and Rebecca ran
inside. As he closed and locked the door, the window shattered.
    They ran for the back stairs, and flew up to
the third floor.
    "What the hell, Becca?"
    "Kill the lights."
    Gabby flipped the switch.
    "We pushed somebody's buttons," said
Rebecca.
    "What did you tell Wiley?"
    "Nothing. And it couldn't be him. He was
passed out on the couch."
    They heard more glass breaking
downstairs.
    Rebecca crouched down and scurried to the
front window.
    "Get