And showed some action telling to come to the top floor when he stayed. And he walked forward climbing the stairs. I followed him and went behind him....When we reached 2nd floor he stopped. I asked what? He did not speak a word but lifted me in his hand. I asked what happened. He just took me to his room and put me down to open the door. He opened the door and told me to go inside.As soon as I went inside he locked the door. I asked where is my gift. He said let’s talk for some time and later. ‘Hey,’ I said calmly. ‘I’m not trying to hurt you. Relax. I’m going to take care of this, okay? I’ll figure something out.’ ‘I don’t want to have to face that sack of shit again. I shouldn’t have to!’ She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists like that would make it go away. ‘I’m telling you… I’ll take care of it. And if they put that ‘sack of shit’ back in here with you, if he looks at you wrong, if he looks at you at all, if he even thinks about laying one of his stubby fucking hands. I grabbed my bag and made my way towards the exit at the end of carriage as my mind once again turned to her. As I stepped down to the platform, I heard the familiar muffled announcements echo along the crowded concourse before reaching out and slamming the door closed.“Good girl,” I whispered to myself as I quickly spotted her in the exact place that had been arranged. She leant almost casually against the railings that guarded the underpass to other platforms and her cheeks were visibly. B said asshe continued to put on her dress and heels. She looked fantastic. "Oh Marci, I just realized. Your outfit is not complete. You need someearrings, a necklace, maybe a bracelet and a ring," Mrs. B said. Shewent over to her dresser and started going through her jewelry box."Come here and let's see what we can find."I went over to her. She pulled out a pair of gold dangling earrings. Shebrushed back my hair and held them up by my ears. "Yes, these should donicely." She laid then on the.