141‘This looks odd hanging onYour beautiful neck,’ the bossSaid, fumbling further with it.‘It’s a keepsake from a dead aunt,’My girl answered, bravelyStomaching the nonsense he did.I was boiling, jumped onHis polo shirt and hadOn my deadly focusOne of his eyelids.As he was pressingUncomfortably close,Hankering for a kiss – I veeredAnd targeted his lips.
142It was the nastiest biteI could give and Bulldog WinchThought he was hit by a bomb.As he jerked backIn utter surprise,My girl slammed anIron fist against his gum.The boss crumbledBackwards on the floorLike a blow-drunkenBoxer on canvas.Have you ever witnessedVictims who’d conqueredTheir fears and turnedOn their attackers?
143Alas, with her adrenalinePumped up, effortlesslyMy girl liftedThe table and landed itOn the boss’s skull.Bulldog Winch lay there,Bloodied, like the dead –His evil thoughtsUtterly in the null.I and my girl agreedOn one thing – if there wasA hidden camera,The boss had switched it offSo his subordinatesWouldn’t see his escapade;In fact, see himIn the bare and rough.
144We knew what we didWas unrecorded: we hadNo witness and the boysWeren’t alerted to it.My girl ripped offThe bed covers, bound and gaggedThe boss, then outsideThe door put her feet.The underground was litAnd deadly quiet, we followedThe stairs and burstThe escape route’s entry.We emerged intoThe mansion and walkedThrough the mazeOf corridors gently.
145At the garageWe debated overThe easiest and best meansOf escape from the place.We needed toOutwit or hamstringThe guard – in fact,Leave him in a daze.A jeep emergingFrom the garage,With me troubling himWould confuse the guard.I’d embarrass himSo much he wouldNot have time to think as ITackled him real hard.