"The night you were taken, that man was stabbed and shot. He managed to call for help, not for himself, but for you. When we got to his house, he was ...ore dead than alive and all he could talk about was you. He was bleeding out and they had to about tie him down to keep him from getting up and coming after you. It would have killed him but he was going to do it anyway."She picked up the green tissue paper the flowers had been in and beat it into a small ball. "Do you know what I would do for a. We enjoyed a relatively simple lunch and took turns at steering the boat. Eventually, we saw the church steeple and knew that we were getting close to our destination. We took down the sail and started the motor for the remainder of our voyage. John brought us in like the expert sailor he was. It did not take long to secure the boat and prepare for our trip home.I paused on the dock, trying to lock in the memories. I really didn't want to leave. I had enjoyed my time with John. We always got. Her breasts were quite large and looked like they would be a lot of fun. I had fantasized about playing with her body numerous times.After chatting with Patrice for a bit, I went back to my cubicle to finish up for the day. I was anxious to get away from the office and to start my weekend. On my way out the door, Patrice came up to me with a smile on her face."Call me this weekend. We'll get away together," she said.My jaw dropped a little and I could feel some movement in my slacks at the. I could tell it wasn't the kind of crying someone might do because they were in physical pain. These were tears of emotional pain that I was hearing. It took me a little bit by surprise that Billy would embrace his pain by crying rather than lashing out angrily. His crying was somehow scarier to me than his tantrums had been. I stayed quietly in Dale's bed, hoping that Billy wouldn't notice that I was there, witnessing his distress. The crying continued on long enough though that I either had.