I can’t breathe. ‘LET GO OF ME!’ ‘Is there a problem, ma’am? Is this man bothering you?’ I need to calm down. I didn’t notice that I had...drawn a crowd. There’s a very daunting security guard standing behind us, but David isn’t threatened. He wipes my tears away ever so calmly although his eyes inform me that this conversation isn’t over. David: ‘Everything is perfectly fine. The lady and I are together. We were having a relational dispute. That’s all.’ The guard looks at me for confirmation and. The tiny mental capacity it contains knows that it is here to protect Daniel and it must free him from this imprisonment. Daniel, having been silent the entire time, is curled up in a fetal position in the back of the beasts mind, feeling as if he is in a dark room which is filled mostly by a giant inflatable balloon that is always pressing in on him, this of course is the beasts’ consciousness while it is in control. It fills almost every corner of Daniels mind trying to suffocate him in a way. Apart from watching Irene give Steve the chef a blowjob, the day was going to be very dull. The day quickly turned to night and the restaurant was booked out yet again.We were flat out in the restaurant and the newest waitress Lisa was doing some serious flirting with Steve and I. Lisa was about 35 and was very tall, almost six foot. She has long straight reddish brown hair and although she isn't slim she isn't fat either. With Steve going hell for leather in the kitchen and Irene helping him. "It's a complicated issue sir," Wataru continued wishing he could just have somehow avoided this. "I'm not one hundred percent certain, I understand all the 'ins and outs' of it myself." He paused briefly then, gathering his resolve. "Our sponsor produces many products." Wataru pressed grimly onward."In a perfect world that would be enough. However, for the most part such goods are I am embarrassed to say are virtually identical to those made by other, rival companies. It is therefore necessary.