She had almost quit that very first session because the unexpected stress on her tummy and backside caused her to have a distressing case of vomiting ...hat was decidedly not pretty at all. Then when she landed on her wrist and almost sprained it she was brought to the edge of tears in sudden pain and confusion.Sergeant McHale was waiting for her to shout out,"I quit!"Martha could see it written in his expression making her determined not to give in to the rough treatment. She picked her tired. “Bring your drink up with you son” he said in a soft voice and taking a quick sip told me it was stronger than what Sam had made but still tasted nice. We headed upstairs and he showed me the room I would have and it looked nice and then we went into his room and OMG.. it was awesome AND it had a TV.I took another gulp of my drink and my head was buzzing and I felt damn good, the old man smiled as I put my glass on the night stand and he turned the TV on, the room was cosy. “I usually sleep. Some whore I knew back in high school." He licked his lips,as if savoring a memory. "Of course, I didn't know her quite as then asI do now. If you know what I mean." The laugh that followed made mybladder clench in desperation."Listen, Tyrone. Just let me go. I promise I won't say..."One of those massive hands came up to strike me across the face, rightalong my cheekbone, cutting my words off in mid-sentence. My headsnapped back, nearly giving me whiplash, and the world around me dimmedin an. Then she suddenly reappeared.“Where were you?” Beth asked, surprised.“Up there…” Béla indicated with a nod of her head toward the top of a tree. She had some branches in her hand. Beth thought they would make good bows. Béla held a branch out before her. It was about a meter in length. She made an image in her mind of what a bow made from this piece of wood might look like. She left her mind connected to her sister so that Beth could watch what she was doing.Make an image of a bow, an unstrung.