Her blue eyes were now calm, and Matt thought he detected a challenging gleam?..?Is this the best you can do?? her eyes seemed to be saying. Matt smi...ed, and sat down to watch TV. Molly was about 6 feet away, slightly off to the side, but within his line of site. She sat facing him. He loved to watch her face when she was bound and gagged, and, of course, she had no need herself to see the screen. ?One hour.? he said quietly. Molly sighed softly, and wiggled in her bonds. The chair. “What else did he do?”“Not a lot...” she trails off.“Stacey please” I squeeze her hand. “That night... that night wasn’t the first time he had hit me.”My free hand clenches as I see tears form in her eyes. “The way he used to speak to me when we were alone as well. Always putting me down and never really treating me like I was his girlfriend. The worst part is he wasn’t always like that. In the beginning he was actually really sweet and caring. Then we had sex....”A slow stream of tears. We strolled along the promenade,talking about other movies we’d seen and liked. Westopped at a concession stand that was just gettingready to close and bought hot dogs and sodas, then saton a bench and ate and talked as the light faded fromthe sky.“Did you ever see ‘Henry and June?'” Nikkie asked me.“It was such a beautifully made film, and MariadeMedeiros is just plain gorgeous.”“I agree,” I said. I finished off my hot dog. “FredWard did a. She was never dirty, certainly no dirtier than he or Kasia. Today, especially, she looked and felt fresh and clean. Not that it was a bad smell. In fact ... he sniffed again. He rather liked it. The scent was a strange mix of odors he couldn't place. Was it perfume? No. Harveen would never use something like that. He mentally shrugged. It wasn't important.His eyes focused on the distant tower. It was still there, mocking reality.Reality, in his experience, did not like being mocked.Liuz was.