Don’t leave.’ The urge to touch her heated flesh almost overwhelming him as he stares down into her expressive eyes.. Hannah blushes. How could h... know? Forcing a smile, she looks up at him. ‘Where did that come from?’ ‘I can read it on your face, Hannah. Sometimes, like when I kiss you, you get this look on your face that screams…’Gotta run, gotta get away’….you have that look on your face right now.’ Hannah jumps to her feet, still trying to shrug off what she knows is true. ‘I don’t know. " she moaned as tears flowed down her face like water flowing out from behind a broken dam.Oh, boy, I thought. I figured she wasn't going to be around for very long. But then, I wouldn't be surprised if this whole crowd didn't all wind up with vacations in rooms with heavy rubber padding on the walls.*****"Any one else?" asked the judge.The young woman at the end of the upper row raised her hand shyly."Mrs. Pintah." Yes, Your Honor." she answered very quietly. "It was my husband. He was. Where are you hurt?”Wesley groaned. Hurt? Suddenly, everything hurt. Head, arm, face, back. He wagged his head left and right and regretted the movement.“Attacked.”“By whom? No one came down the stairs,” Miss Miller declared.Then Wesley remembered the open roof door.“Out to the roof,” he rasped.“You just stay calm and don’t move,” the guard said. “I called for an ambulance.” He left Wesley where he lay with the surprisingly tender hand of Miss Miller on his.“There, there. Just rest, dear.”The. My masters toyed and played with me, making me bark and roll around on the ground, my clothes becoming stained and somewhat soaked…At this point, and with the evidence of my shredded suit coat, and tagged-up tie, I knew my clothing wouldn’t be left intact much longer, I just hoped I wouldn’t lose them while we were outside. Did they bring the scissors? Are they planning on stripping me right here? All these thoughts ran through my mind as I pretended to be their “pup”.My thoughts wandered.