Jack stood in the bathroom with the door closed. She was putting on make-up. She hated the stuff and was putting on only a little. Her hair was done up in a special pony tail holder with a pair of braids on her temples. She had on a skimpy, but somehow tasteful black dress. She felt like a doll. It wasn't her style at all. She gave a disgruntled groan, and opened the door.

A looming black figure in the door frame almost made her jump out of her high heels. She let out a breath seeing it was only Riddick. She smiled to herself. Only Riddick. What a funny way to put it. Any other person in the universe would have been scared shitless, but she felt safer with the big lug then without.

"Make sure you get in the will before you get into bed," he told her.

"What?" she asked looking confused.

"If your going to sleep with him get yourself in the will. I did that once with a chick I knew. She inherited some cash. Made her all swoony and had her put me in a will when she was a little ditzy. I killed her the next night while she slept. All the money went to me and I flew off the planet before the cops could figure out I killed her," he said with a smirk.

"God your sick Riddick," she said walking past him into the living room. She stepped wrong on the carpet, and almost twisted her ankle.

"You should wear better shoes. Never know when you'll have to run out on a date," he advised.

"He's a nice guy I won't have to run with him around," Jack said smiling. Then she heard a knock at the door her whole body cringed,. It was her date. She went to the door Riddick limping right after her. He stood imposingly behind her waiting for her to open the door.

The nervous girl opened the door slowly. Behind it was a man with flowers in his hand. He was tall with tanned skin. His blond hair falling down his shoulder and his short bangs brushing ageist his gray eyes. His outfit was a flight school uniform with army boots. His frame muscular, but nothing compared to the man that hovered behind Jack.

"So this the guy," Riddick said to Jack only, like the man wasn't standing only feet away.

"Yes, Richard this is Bobby. Bobby, Richard," she said trying to be a good host. She was glad that even in her nervous state she hadn't faltered and used his real name. They had been calling Riddick, Richard in public for safety reasons for a long time.

"Nice to meet you," Bobby said holding out his hand.

"Thought you would have done a little better Jack. This guy looks like he has the IQ of a 5 year old, only a 5 year old has more balls," he said giving her an evil grin. He still ignored the boy who had come to get her.

"Rid…Richard don't be so mean. He's a smart guy ok?" she said then took Bobby by the arm whispering, "Don't worry about him. He's only grumpy, because he hurt his leg."

Bobby nodded not sure what to say. Jack hugged his arm trying to make him feel better.

"I'll be home when I'm home, Richard and don't wait up," she called behind her waving. She dragged Bobby down the walk smiling.

Put on a little Dylan
sitting on a fence
I say that line is great
You ask me what I meant by
Said I shot a man named Gray
Took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky