As the owner slowly goes down, most likely slumping from exhaustion, Marjean Holden stands over him, positioning her crotch just above his face.In the...distance, she can hear voices that are African-American. Possibly armed groups fighting against the initial rioters. It could be self-defense, or the beginning of a race war.In her current state, Marjean knew which side she would be on. Killing bad guys was a turn-on. And even ending this one’s life- he seemed to have had a heart attack. She watched as her brother tore some of the tape and began to wind it around one of Kim's hands. Kim tried to claw at him with her purple-polished nails but Jeff avoided them. Soon, both of Kim's hands were but balls of silver tape.Jeff stepped over the struggling Hispanic girl and straddled her again, this time squatting over her cuffed hands. Kim mewled in pain as the metal cuffs dug into her back. As she rocked and screamed, Jeff pulled up the hem of her shirt until it was bunched around her. She would love to provide answers or insight into the situation,but to be honest she didn't quite understand it herself. She was certainwhich side the pastor would take, and that was a cause of concern.Kathleen could hear the sound of singing coming from the sanctuary - alone voice of a child singing Christmas carols to an audience of one.The song was soft and sweet, a slow lullaby that could put even the mosttroubled spirit to rest. Kathleen smiled as she strained to make out thewords to. “Where are you?!?!” I patted my bed and made sure when I laid down I didn’t lay on her. “I’m right here” she said as she pulled the covers over her head. “It’s cold in here.” “What? Did you think I was kidding last night when I told you I was cold” I teased to her. “No.” She laughed. “I’m really cold though” she said in a sad voice. “You know what? Come here” I scooted closer to her until our bodies met, I put one arm around her and she lifted her head and laid on the arm I put under her. .