"Boy! What an imposition," Karla grumbled. "I mean ... it's not like he's anybody good, like Hootie and the Blowfish, or even Elvis Presley or someone... But since it's for You, I suppose we could make do."Then her attitude changed dramatically and she asked, "I've heard that there are some piano compositions by Franz Liszt that have never been played as solos since his death. No one else had the hand span he did. Yet I sense that Bill Koenig has very large hands and long fingers. Can he play. Fearing the worst, I began running in the direction of the terror.As I ran, I unsheathed my knife. I was ready to fight to the death, to save my beloved. I stumbled for a second, and made a small cut in my hand. As I arrived at the box, I saw Sandy calmly sitting there, in no apparent danger. With my hand bleeding, and out of breath, I asked where the impending danger was lurking. Looking sheepishly at me, Sandy said she had dropped the tissues down the hole.On many occasions, we had laughed. But if I were to have sex with him, there is no way I could protect myself if he decided to hurt me. We finish dinner and rinse off the dishes. We go into the living room and talk as we drink. We tell jokes and stories about our lives. It doesnt surprise me when Luke watches me the whole time again. After awhile, I dont even bother to make him know I feel uncomfortable. Thats what he probably enjoys most, making me nervous. I just pretend he isnt there. To grab my attention again, he stands and. I looked through the magazines out of curiosity. Wow. He was a porn freak. An entire stack of porn right there. It made me think the Kevin, his father, didn’t mind. I decided he probably wanted these so I left them. In about thirty minutes I had the room free of cans and wrappers. The small dumpster for the barn was full as it is. So now I moved onto the clothes. Underwear, socks, shirts, pants. Wow. Why would you have clothes scattered through out the room like this. The hamper in.