I wondered if I should go inside to help him, but when I lifted my head a little, I could see Henriette’s dark head positioned above his lap. She k...elt in front of him, moving her head up and down in a hypnotic rhythm, almost like a snake with a charmer. I could feel my eyes widen at the sight, my mouth watered slightly, watching her take his penis deep into her throat, listening to her hum slightly when she pushed down. She came up every few minutes, to catch her breath, and to stroke his. I thanked him also; it had been an opportunity to say out loud the things that had been running through my mind from the beginning.The problem was his question, “There was nothing you could to stop it?” kept running through my mind. I had previously convinced myself there wasn’t, but Rhyerson’s words were beginning to haunt me. I began to wonder if I should have tried harder to talk Dave out of this. Then I remembered him telling me if I wasn’t on board with it I should leave. I could do that;. She pulled a thin silver scalpel from the bag, razor sharp blade glinting in the afternoon sun. I was thinking first, Id leave a little artists signature. I want to brand you. She wielded the scalpel over Rachels stomach. She stood back and contemplated, then wripped the girls shirt just above her stomach. Good canvas. But what will we say? She thought for a moment, then took the blade to Rachels skin. She guided it so that it cut deep enough to leave scars, but it barely bled, little droplets. Had he thought about that?In fact, he'd thought about a lot of things, and that was but one of them. Divorced, broke and overflowing with hate, he had migrated north of the border, found employment in a small factory in Ontario, then, fumbled a stupid attempt to hijack its payroll.So, once again here he was, five-years later, no less bitter, but seasoned, and happy to be breathing free air once more as he walked along a side street off St. Catherine in the warm September sunshine, enjoying the.