To maine kaha ki hum yahan par ek dusre ko chumkar pyar kar sakte hai, lekin ek dusre ki janeman mai tumhe nahi mita payenge. To wo boli ki nahi mujhe...car mai hi chudana hai. To maine kaha ki janeman mai tumhe car mai bhi codunga, lekin ek kaam karo tum dhire dhire car chalao baki main tumhe chodunga or bhi maja aayega.Usne car shuru ki or hum dono ekdum nange hi thee or humne car ke side ke shisho ko apne kapdo sse dhak diya tor main driver seat ke samne niche ki taraf baitha hua tha. To maine. Seeing as our Mom was suddenly and unexpectedly stuck in bed with the flu, and our older sister Mattie was away at college, the responsibility of chaperoning Sam while out trick-or-treating fell to either our Dad or yours truly. I fully expected him to take charge of the job, leaving me to man the front door, dolling out candy and chocolates to the oncoming juvenile horde, as well as guarding our home from the occasional toilet-paper and egg wielding prankster. But, to my surprise, when we were. When the truck hit our car, I was propelled forward and hit the windshield face first. I was actuallythrown through the partially broken windshield, broken some people said by my own body as it went through. Almost every bone in my face was broken, cracked or in some other way damaged and you can see the result of the reconstruction. What was worse was that the post that holds the mirror to the car actually sliced through my abdomen and cut all my mommy parts in half. I nearly bled to death. Even though she was struggling, complaining, trying to get free, she could feel it working. Something in her wanted this, no matter how unbelievably weird it was to her! "Please.. Susie..." she pleaded now, "Let me go already, what if my mom comes back?" A last ditch effort to stop her friend, but it was easily rebutted.Susie just said, "I saw her leave earlier, with bags packed full. Don't lie to me... and give in" Those last words hit Jenny hard. Susie WAS into making people obey her! And....