A ring was sitting on top of a piece of paper and slowly, almost in fear, she approached it. There was no mistaking, it was their wedding ring. She lo...ked at her hand and saw hers and knew it could only belong to one person. Her hands were shaking as she reached for it. She had a horrible feeling inside. Intuitively, she knew this was going to be bad, very bad. She picked up the sheet of folded paper and opened it. The two words jumped off the page and hit her as if they were a club. "Wagon. Shortly after her breast is exposed, he places her hand back on the table, above the sheet, pretty much locking it in place just under her right breast. He runs his hands across her collarbones to the left side, and then works in a similar fashion on her left arm, wringing down towards her hand, then back up to her shoulder. With each repetition, he again brings her arm up just a little more, causing the sheet to brush ever so lightly, and ever so arousingly on her left nipple, until it, too,. " she's doing it right now."Your eyes, Maggie. A person's eyes are important in that your eyes show how you feel ... I can always tell your mood with your eyes. If you're happy, or sad ... or if you're hurting, and I don't mean physically hurting, like you have been complaining about lately. I often see it in your eyes when you've been thinking of Randy." You can, really ... what do I do?" Your eyes seem to lose their light, like the way a light bulb acts, just before it goes out and has to be. You aren't arunning back with a pulled hammy playing through the pain. You've beenstuck with a needle, Ryan. It's fucked with your head and changed yourage and gender. This isn't something you can just run away from.Something you can ignore."I screeched, "Fine! Fuck sake, you're as bad as your goddamn girlfriend.So what do you want me to say? That I'm scared? That I can't let go ofthis fucking thing? That I want you to leave and let me play with it..."I fiercely wiped away the tears from my.