" Th-th-they m-m-might d-d-die." He heard tears in her voice and felt like a heel for having joked."They're getting the best care," he said softly. "W...'ll get there tomorrow and then you'll get to see that everything's going to be Okay." He hoped he was telling the truth."I'm st-st-still s-s-scared," she moaned.He stared up at her dark outline."I know, baby," he said. "Just try to remember something good. Concentrate on that memory and don't think about anything else. You'll fall asleep. I. " she said starting to leave, but while the count said nothing aloud she found herself strangely unable to walk out the door. In fact, quite to the contrary she gasped as her hand reached out to close the door leaving her in the bedroom of a stranger on what should have been her wedding night."You're doing this to me ... somehow! Please stop immediately! I wish to return to..." But it's your wedding night. Why are you not this very moment in the throes of passion and under the protection of. The hostage negotiator had entered the shop and the anchor wondered aloud if such a dangerous situation could ever have a good ending. Everything the news crew did was planned to add viewers and increase ratings. The old newspaper mantra of, 'If it bleeds it leads, ' was just as true for television news and Carlos loved it. He could imagine all the men and women watching the news feed with a voyeuristic ecstasy; just hoping to see someone being killed. This was what Carlos thirsted for, lived. She was a very nice girl and we had a lot in common I finally asked her out and she said yes so we started are relationship and it was very my life became very interesting from there on out.Our relationship was very normal, we would go to the movies, dinner, and the occasional fair. Normal relationship stuff. We were both virgins so we experimented a lot with each other and by month two we were fucking like animals. It seemed like every chance we got we would fuck each other. With us always.