PAUL: Thank you. I’m sorry Paula couldn’t be here with me, but I’ll do the best I can. I hear she put on a good show last week.The audience appl...uds as their way of agreeing, but at the same time it’s rather sad: “I hear she put on a good show.” He wasn’t there to see it, of course. The court order which kept Paul from appearing on stage with Paula also banned him from the audience, as they are not allowed within a thousand feet of each other.PAUL: I did watch a few YouTube videos; nobody told. Mina shooed them off as fast as she could so that she didn't have to keep cleaning their droppings. She had a place out behind the kitchen where she put various pieces of fruit and vegetables for all the birds that wanted an easy meal.While we all were having breakfast, Steve suggested we make a trip into Limon to show our Hawaiian folks the city and maybe go see the new hospital. We could have lunch at the yacht club while we were on the mainland, before coming back to the island this. Oh my God, Thursday Night. I stayed up hours trying to test the logistics and rehearse my game. I memorized what I would be saying and how to make sure things didn’t go wrong. Eventually I decided that I couldn’t analyze every single outcome at every single point, so I hit the sack. Friday’s hours passed like minutes until finally I was in my car outside of Emily’s house, waiting to pick her up. I called the house and when her mom answered, I told her to tell Emily I was here and to remind her. And almost all the way out..more spit....I did not hear, slut....."Please...I...please..."The old one looked around, and his eyes stopped at a butter box (for bread)...he smiled....reached out. It was soft, half melted by the sun. He started to play, again, with your cunt. It was swollen and glistening. No need for butter there, I thought.He was good, this old man. You worked with him, and the younger one did loosen the grip. Your arms fell down to the ground, but you still lied there, in kind.