Not afraid, just not used to the idea of humiliating someone.I spoke up, my eyes squinting. “So, like ... you really want me to, like, take over?”...till hard to read. “Yeah.”“Okay,” I said, with just a shade of doubt. “Um ... stand up straight. Lemme look at ya.”He did. After a second, I said, “Turn around,” with a bit more confidence. He did. “Not so fast,” I said. As he slowed down, I thought I saw the first flicker of interest.“Huh. Not much to look at,” I said, half to myself. I looked him. With herinstructing him he was soon satisfying her several times a week, whilehis own desires were still unfulfilled. He finally got onto his knees,hands clutched in front of him, and begged for release from the tube.She told him that she would be happy to do that, but only if he agreed tofurther terms. With tears forming in his supplicating eyes, he askedwhat else he had to do for her. Randi smiled and told him that shewanted to play dress-up with him. Feeling defeated, and imagining. "What's wrong, girl?" Oh, I made a mistake that's all. Nothin's broke." She turned to face him, and the cat jumped down and marched away, tail high. The left side of her face was swollen, the eye almost closed. "I fell and hurt my shoulder." She rubbed at her clavicle. "It's hurt, but I don't think it's broke. Hit right on the end of the bed. Burnt my hand too, on the stove, put butter on that. Damn." She put her head on Beall's chest and cried softly.He held her a while and then said. "Tell me. The beach was her favorite place. She loved the water.Looking at her bracelet she had purchased from a shop on their visit to Kilauea yesterday, she smiled. It was the only part of her shopping that she enjoyed. She wasn’t even sure what the stones and shells in it were because they looked so unusual. The woman had insisted that it was made for her and said it would bring her great happiness. She closed her eyes and stood still. The sounds of the waves were soothing. This would be a beautiful.