I take the last frankenfurter out of the package, look at the nasty piece of shit that resembles a shriveled diseased pecker, wipe off as much congeal...d shit as I can and choked it down. DAMN! This is one nasty cold meal – and not much better hot!Then Mabel has the audacity to complain, "Jack, is this supposed to be roast beef?"I want to puke the frankenfurters back up and force feed them to her! However better judgment prevails as I snap a very annoyed answered, "Hell yes and when it's hot. It was vitally important. Suddenly, Sarah was flying up backwards away from the boat. No! She had to reach him! She tried to go back, but she was being ripped away now, up through the cold grey clouds. And she realized she was no longer in the dream. She felt her eyes move under her eyelids. She heard herself breathing. She felt her arm move underneath the comforter. She was in bed. Home. The boat was gone. Danny was gone. Yet she felt something moving. A warm hand rested on her stomach. Not. That’s when he hit me the last time. I hit him back, but I had a frying pan in my hand and knocked him out. I took what money he had and jumped in that wreck of a car and got out of there. I was headed to my parent’s house when I saw his car coming behind me. I jumped on the expressway and drove as fast as my car would go. His was faster, but we were almost to this exit when he pulled alongside and started screaming that he was going to kill us. I made a quick turn onto the exit before he could. As she pulled away from the pier, she told me to be there at five and turned the pontoon around. I stood there watching until she was out of sight.Dinner was great, we her parents made me feel welcomed. By the end of the evening it felt as if we'd known each other forever. I said good night and Diane told me to come by with my boat at seven, Saturday morning for some fishing.Saturday.There she was, waiting on the pier with her fishing gear. We loaded the gear on board as we discussed a plan of.