"Lucky to be alive... doubt if he'll ever walk again, though we did save his legs... but paralysis has set in... no life at all below the waist... but...no brain damage, luckily... yeah, he was pretty lucky."Just the recollection brought back a flash of the horror and disbelief he'd felt at that moment. Lucky? When he'd never again be able to walk or even make love to a woman, much less dazzle the crowds with his stunt-rider skills? Larry wondered if Verne wouldn't have been better off if his. ‘Comparatively.’ I didn’t want to push it too far, as getting hit might’ve messed up my playing. I’m a professional, after all. Her mouth worked wordlessly, and I pressed ahead, though. Often scrambling, shocked minds can be the most open and fertile. ‘It’s because a submissive nature makes you very vulnerable, emotionally. And so people like that tend to suppress that reaction and allow it to only come out when someone makes them feel very safe and secure.’ Her mouth slapped shut. ‘And I. Their souls were for sure gone, as well as parts of their bodies. One of the Swamp Dogs was missing an arm. I rushed over to tie a tourniquet on the stump. He wasn't conscious so I had to tie it off with the pencil to keep it tight.Well that pencil had taken a life and maybe it would save a life. It was a good day for Porter's ceramic dagger. I stayed with the Swamp Thug since there was nothing I could do inside."You done good," the voice in my head said."Bullshit, I was just adequate. Good. The next day when they had gone, Mrs F turned up,she came in as the doors were nearly left unlocked, she asked if I needed anything I said no, she noticed mam had left the morning dishes in the sink,the next thing she went to the drawer where the aprons were, looked through them and put on a pink waist apron, the one I had worn the day ealier, she turned to me walked straight over, pulled me out the seat, sat down pulled me over her knee and spanked me.. Hard, I was shocked, jumped up, she was.