" Anne looked at my chest where the knife was still embedded, where the wound should be and where the blood should have been flowing. "What the fuck i... happening?" She was clearly waiting for me to clutch my chest and fall to the floor. "How come he... ? How come you didn't... ?"I guessed from the unfinished questions that she was wondering how he'd managed to get the knife off me and why I hadn't used the gun.Of course I didn't fall to the ground because there was no wound, no blood and I. .. you took it quite well.When I was small, I remember whenever I was scared of something I used to grab my brother's hand and then the world would seem like a different place to me. Our parents often even laughed about it, how forunate that whenever I had a nightmare I would run to my brother and they could sleep peacefully. It's true, I remember when I was just four years old and my brother was seven at the time, I would still run into his bedroom and lay down next to him. He would wake up. He was one of the last on the locker room and I waited for the others to leave. When it was just the two of us, I went over to him as he was sitting on a bench. I was nervous about getting caught, but cock has a mind of its own. I said, "hey, I saw you looking at my dick, do you want to suck it" I wasn't very smooth back in those days. I then took my cock out and it was already semi erect. He said, "no, I don't know what your talking about" he then turned away, but didn't leave. I knew then. The auction handler drags her over to the breeding pole and chains her on. She is young, only just a full adult and doesn't understand what is happening. This is her first time at auction and the routine is new and confusing to her. The buyers know what is coming next though and the crowd drop to silence again as they await the bull. The wait is prolonged as he fails to show for first thirty seconds, then a minute, then another minute. The crowd don't utter a word and the tension grows thicker.