She gave it little thought and opened the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Prentice?" said a voice from the darkness.
As Tiffany turned to look for her husband, her words were suddenly cut off my a large hand being clamped over her mouth.
She tried to scream.
To warn her husband of impending guy black and white girl danger, but the words were smothered into the strangers tobacco stained hand.
As he saw his wife and three masked men lurching into the dining room, Bill Prentice gasped out loud and jumped from his seat.
"Just sit down and shut your fucking mouth" yelled back the first raider as he bundled Tiffy on to the guy black and white girl sofa sitting against the far wall.
Bill did as he was instructed.
Fifteen years as a bank manager had taught him to comply immediately with any robbery, especially when there was someone else involved.
Tiffany looked more surprised than guy black and white girl scared at the moment, he thought.
It would take a few seconds for her to take in what was happening.
"Good," continued the masked man, "now we are all sitting comfortably, let me tell you what we want." Mr.
Prentice, I believe you are the manager guy black and white girl of the Mid East Clearing Bank, is that so?
"But the vaults on a time lock," Bill replied, surprised at how weak his voice sounded.
The two other masked men immediately swung their heads towards their colleague, obviously the leader.
"You said you had this all planned" the first man screamed.
Bill looked at all three raiders and then over at his wife.
Tiffany was still sprawled on the sofa, her red, silk dress had ridden up slightly when she was pushed and she was displaying a good proportion of her legs.
