As with previous forays into the Centre I am unable to blend in completely and begin to attract attention. I’m not sure if it’s simply the case th...t I’m perceived by the female undead as a good looking, fit and capable portion of gorgeousness- that being so it follows that jealous boyfriends would want to see me thrown or pushed underneath a moving tube train, although a bus would do at a push or, it could simply be I attract attention because I unknowingly mince along like a limp-wrist-ed. On the closet floor.The music loud, a faint blue-white haze near the ceiling, Jimi and Janis, Airplane and The Lizard King looking silently on from the walls. I'm passing the pipe, taking as big a hit as I can. I'm lying on the couch, with another whose name I cannot recall, the two of us getting as close together as we can on the narrow cushions, me wedged into the back, she on top. I hand her the pipe, she takes a toke, then leans over and passes it to another on the floor below her. She. And then the hammer came down.Her world became white. White, as in the white explosion of pain that replaced her arm. The white wave of pain that crashed into her, only to return in an even stronger wave, shook her entire body, bound as it was to the cross, by her arms and knees.Her shriek of horror, scattered the birds from the trees, and drew an unheard ovation from the crowd. Manu's strike was true, strong. It drove the nail cleanly through her wrist, and partly into the wood. Well bound at. I apologized and told her Rebecca said it was it was okay for me to wait for her here. So 20 minutes pass and I am sitting on the couch and I decide to get up and get something to drink. I walk to the kitchen and I can see she is still there in front of the stove making pasta. I gently put my hand on her hip and smiled at her as I made my way past her and she kind of smiles at me too. From what Rebecca told me about her she was a pretty cool person and we were into the same stuff. So when she.