Tom saw the glass just a moment before his reflexes helped him get away from its way.
He was looking at Pamela and how she was throwing things and screaming. He never liked her, maybe for a round or two in bed, but now how she was looking, fuming with anger and throwing things all around her, surely he couldn't survive with it.
"That b***h!" she screamed again.
"She will be sorry, oh yeah!"
Her eyes were the eyes of a crazy person. It all started at the moment that Tom came up with the information that the bastard newbie spent a few hours in Claudya's house. Pamela asked Tom to guard Claudya and her house and tell her the information. There was some good money in the middle and he agreed to the fact that he had a lot.
"Sure they were splitting up in all those hours! Oh, she will be
