at her comment , he leaned closer and his hands slid over her bottom and then suddenly down to grasp the backs of her thighs , lifting her up . he 's watching me , nervously waiting for the call to connect . he stepped far enough aside to reveal the woman 's face-but the tattoos across her body were already enough to identify her . six men sat behind a long table . but i still looked just like a woman who 'd been in a fight . stepping back out of the crumbling house i took in a deep breath of air . 