I didn't fall in love with you. I didn't live with you for two years. For me, none of that ever happened. It isn't real to me." Amnesia doesn't cancel...out reality. It doesn't make a marriage go away." It cancels love," she said. "I don't know you. I never fell in love with you. When you touch me, it's a stranger touching me. How can you expect me to – want you that way – when we've never touched. Never kissed. This is like a nightmare I can't wake up from. All I want is for this – for you – to. Who do you want?" Boge said loudly above the noise.The team began to look around at the third year players and there was a murmur as a few guys were pushed towards the back of the room where Boge and Jazz stood. The juniors began to look at each other and move some of their brethren to the front until, perhaps the quietest of the group, Kemmer Brooks was singled out and pushed to the stool where Jazz Carey stood. Jazz stepped down and Boge reached over to help him up. Once he stood above his. When Callie could see clearly again she saw the man had a leather whip in his hand. His smile was cruel and sent chills down her spine. P-please d-dont hurt m-me. his smile just got wider. He brought his arm back and the whip came down across her stomach with a loud crack making her scream in pain. He repeated this process again and again. By the time he dropped the whip Callie had tears trailing down her checks and she was covered in blood. The man left the room and she tried, once again, to. Lionel sat down cautiously. The pain of the beating was the least of his worries. He still didn’t know how he felt about what had happened at Allison’s flat, apart from being sorry for having distressed her – and not just because of the immeidate consequences. She had been justified in being upset, of course. He knew that. She had been entitled to punish him, hadn’t she? He hadn’t meant to worry her but he had been thoughtless and she had obviously been concerned.If it hadn’t been for that what.