“Stay with me. Help’s on the way.” She was covered in blood and she was spraying tiny little flecks of it with each coughing breath she took. Th... truck had hit us hard enough that her door had imploded. I prayed harder than I’ve ever prayed for anything.“Pete...” she repeated. “I’m scared! Hold my hand!”“I’ve got you, Baby. I’m here. Just hold on. Help’s coming.” I had her hand in mine and I squeezed it. “You feel that?” I asked. “I’m squeezing your fingers.”She nodded weakly. “I feel it now.. He heard telephones ringing, the manhandling of papers, the snapping of typewriters. He had two options for the person responsible: exile or death. Exhilaration and anger pushed him. The voices became definite: men and women colliding into work. He sat on a cold, damp floor. His legs touched the other wall.He yelled out. The voices paused. He yelled louder. The voices resumed. Out of the darkness ascended a slit of light. Tariq caught the silhouette of a man in the elevator car.“What is the. I asked will I bleed like a butchered pig. Will spurts of deep red blood flow from my severed neck. Will I die instantly. Or will I feel the sharp blade as it chops off my head. I lifted my shift as I felt another stream of warm piss running down my legs. Elizabeth and my guard looked away to spare me the humiliation of seeing me pissing in fear.I turned to Elizabeth as tears ran down my cheeks and asked her to make sure my head didn’t roll about. I didn’t want to suffer that indignity. I held. .." Blake got down on one knee in front of the whole restaurant. "Would you marry me Tanya?"You could have knocked her over with a feather. She looked at Blake then at the ring he had in his hand, then back at him, all the while with her mouth dropped open. Her eye flicked back and forth waiting for the punchline that never came."Well honey?" he asked."I... I... OH GOD!!!" she said and ran off to the bathroom crying. Blake sat there at the table dumbfounded, not sure what to do next. He.