I eventually came to and called 911."They kept saying that I wouldn't be hurting if I'd been nice to 'my people', like I was supposed to. They said a ...ot of other things." The sobbing resumed. I was horrified, Pamela hugged Linda again and they sort of cried on each other. I wondered if Linda's accelerated heartbeat would bring somebody in to check, but apparently not.After another five minutes of the girls calming down, and me holding the one hand without the sensors and gently stroking it,. Still, most of it was boring. I'll be honest, too. A little voice inside was telling me this was a waste of time. I ought to be doing something, anything, rather than waiting.Gradually, the feeling got stronger. It got so I couldn't bear to wait more than a half-hour outside whatever window or other locale I thought would pay off. Beating off got to be a chore, too, even. For one thing, it made my cock sore. For another, there were only so many times in a day I could do it.The alternative, I. But lo! No box of wood could e'er withstand a lover's hand A light! At last a light! Even through closed lids it burns, but it's a blissful burn, a beautiful pain. The lid is clear of debris. Faces peer down into the hole. Block the light. Soil rains. The flailing shovel becomes a weapon. 'Get back! Stand back! The sides will collapse! Fucking get away!' An axe is handed down to me. I chop and twist. Chop and twist till the lid splinters, its timbers cracking like breaking bones. Now my hands. Just don't let your husband swallow it." Very well. I suppose that will have to do." The stoutwoman swept from the shop, nearly bumping into Carlos.As the door swung shut behind them, and the tinkle of thebell faded, Dannie asked, "So what's the knife going to turn himinto?"The Old Man shook his head. "Nothing. He'll remain hisown sweet self. The only enchantment was making a butter knifelook like a deadly weapon." But, but he's a rapist, a murderer! Just the sort ofperson who deserves one of.