Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location & Time:  Ground floor hallway/Friday, 20 December 0806-0810<br/><br/>Tagging:  Olivia, Irina.<br/><br/>Wearing:  His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Deke was halfway to the basement stairs along the ground floor hallway when Olivia suddenly snapped out of the shocked trance she’d been in and started babbling.  That complicated things a little for the biker, but not in any way he couldn’t handle; Irina was still out of it and even if she hadn’t been, killing both chicks would have been an easy do for Deke.  But it sounded like Mom wanted to be a good little MILF and cooperate, which made Deke grin; in her own way Mom looked as hot as her daughters did, so maybe she’d be just as<i>smart</i>about things as Sam had been too.<br/><br/>Deke stopped short and took a half step so that he was facing Olivia; as he did his big left hand clamped down on the back of Irina’s neck and pulled the unresisting girl to his side, so they were both standing just inside of the Caldwell’s nauseatingly perfect living room.  Like magic Deke’s combat knife was suddenly back in his right hand, flat against the side of his thigh but perfectly visible to Olivia.<br/><br/>“Well hey there<i>Mom</i>,” Deke began, his deep gravelly voice amiable enough.  “Nice of you to rejoin the party.  Better late than never, am I fucking right?  Now hopefully Princess here will rejoin us too.”  As he made his last comment Deke casually gestured towards Irina for a moment with the point of his blade.<br/><br/>“So what do we<i>want</i>Mom?  That’s fucking easy.  The money your son owes us.”  Deke laughed before he went on.  “And we don’t take checks, or fucking Master Card either.  Which is why we ain’t gonna be leaving Junior, or your other kids for that matter, out of this.”  Deke glanced quickly towards the kitchen and then back at Olivia.  “And speaking of your kids, that Sam is a little fucking hottie ain't she?  Those titties on her, so big and soft … And how about that outfit she put on for me?  Did you<i>know</i>she had that in her closet,<i>Mom?</i>”<br/><br/>Deke chuckled before he continued.  “Anyway, you happen to have forty-six grand in cash here in the house?  Maybe in a little piggy bank for a rainy day?  Or tucked under a mattress maybe?  You give us<i>that</i>, you’re good to get back to your fucking<i>normal</i>lives, doing whatever the fuck it is you people do.  But if<i>not</i>…”  Deke looked down at Irina, then tapped the flat of his blade against one of her trim breasts for a moment; “ … we’re gonna have to come up with some<i>other</i>way for you folks to pay us.”  The biker kept the point of his knife lightly against Irina’s chest, ready to shove it between her ribs and into her heart, as he looked back at Olivia.  “You get all that, Mom?  I’m fucking<i>waiting</i>…”