Lawton stood there with his mouth open while I slipped my dress back on. I took his hand and led him back outside. I unlocked the doors to my car and ... got in the driver's seat while he sat in the passenger seat. I noticed his car parked at the foot of the driveway. He's driving the same car in a different color.He was very patient with me. I gathered that he's been through this before. He showed me what the car can do and how everything works. It went pretty well until we got to the navigation. Covered with sweat, her tortured features amplified so that every detail, every drop of sweat, every rictus of pain is patent for all to see, her lips open and she speaks:"Yes Sampson, go on"Then the screaming resumes; mercifully, only for fifteen more lashes.The brunette and Sampson untie her and give her water. She cannot stand and kneels on the stage. All the men in the audience, including Him line up, but wait for her to recover. All in all she must service seven men, and Sampson.She takes. And Grandmother as well. She will know what I know. She does not forget anything. But she has...facets...of her personality that are more pronounced, the younger she gets. For example, Grandmother was a cranky old lady, though she was fond of you."Mother..." she trailed off. "How odd to speak of myself as if I were a person who is going away. Mother is a mid-point. She is less cross than Grandmother, and she shares some of the same...appetite for life...as the Snow Maid. But she is more. She could not find the car keys and was a little bit frightened about some strange people in the darkness, watching at her in a not so friendly way.Victor told her to calm down; he could pick up her in ten minutes and would take her home.He smiled telling me: “Have you heard your girlfriend?”. “It would not be long; do you come?”.I answered I`d rather stay at home, waiting for him. I whispered in his ear I would there for him only dressed with my high heels. He smiled again and showed me his.