"With that the man minced off leaving me and Catherine alone with therelease forms and the costumes."I can see you look a bit puzzled dear. You really...shouldn't scrunchyour face up that way, it'll give you wrinkles when you get older. Nowthat we've got you all pretty at the salon, we need to record it.Jeremy, that's the photographer stupid, is going to take some nicephotos of you. don't worry, I'm not going to do anything with thephotos. In fact, in the terms of the release forms it states that. This sexy bombshell was twenty one years old, three years older than me but didn’t mind us dating. Life was good, but it wasn’t meant to be. We were walking around, holding hands when all hell broke loose. That’s when this dude in a hooded sweatshirt approached us. He flashed us a gun, and ordered us to give him our money. I wasn’t about to comply. This dude wasn’t feeling it. So he shot the two of us. He shot me three times in the chest. He shot Patricia in the head and she fell, dead. As for. He'd never slapped me so hard before; I knew it would leave a mark, a handprint. I stared at him."You'll stay up here tonight. I don't want to see you downstairs. I will explain to my parents, and tomorrow, after you get a good night's sleep and stop being a childish idiot," he bit off the words, "you will apologize to them." He spoke through gritted teeth, and towered over me where I sat on the bed. I brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes. He stared at me for another moment, then abruptly. " Get out! Go do as I told you! I want to find Consuela in my bed when I get there!" Jasper pointed at the door."Yes, Patron!" Hernando hove himself up and staggered out, his nervous system still fried from stinger fire.Jasper tuned to me. "I may have gotten carried away, there..."I steepled my fingers. "Perhaps not. Hernando needs a strong leader -- and he does not understand the strong silent type. I believe that this is a 'tough love' situation -- Hernando is a child in his way." I pursed my.