“I-I think we’re fine for now, Jim.” one of them said.“Well I could use something else. Brenda, please comeover here.” B...enda walked over and stood next to Jim. He walkedaround his desk, opened up a drawer, and pulledsomething out of one of the drawers. It was a pair ofhandcuffs. He walked back to the front of the desk,grabbed Brenda by the shoulders, and spun her around.He then placed both her arms behind her back and placedthe cuffs on her wrists. Then he spun. He hadn't saidanything as yet, whether in an attempt to make her do all the work in alittle power game after last night, or whether because he was unsure ofher mood she couldn't tell."So how are you this morning Gerry?" she ventured in an attempt to breakthe ice. "Fine," he said shrugging his shoulders slightly and leaning back in thechair."Just fine?" she asked smiling."Okay then," he said. "Pretty good if you must know," he added breakinginto a smile himself."Good," she said. "You had me. At this time, Sowmyakka took it upon herself to take care of me. And we spent a lot of time talking in the evenings. That’s when I learned that Sowmyakka was married when she was just 13 years old and she was just 52 now. That made her 13 years older to me.Our talks discussions turned more interesting as we spent more time and I could find that Sowmyakka was getting more interested in hearing me talk about various issues and the praises I showered on her for being so patient, polite, talented. ." Well, that's when I realized she'd gone," Marcia said, disgusted withthe sycophantic sound of her own voice. She forced herself to make anabrupt end of her ingratiating ramble. "She took everything she had withher, which wasn't much."Claire took another sip faux sip of her coffee and stared off towards thebusy concourse. "What was it that you argued about?" Money" Money?" She told me she needed it for tuition."Claire's eyebrows were tinted almost into nonexistence. But these shemanaged to.