. Now, I am going to release the pressure on your throat, and you are going to answer some questions. Remember that I can easily crush your throat if ...ou give me any problems, and lying is a problem I won't tolerate."Question number one: why did you attack this car?" I was just following orders. Mr. Big One told me to pick up some women for his stable. He was going to pay me $250 for every one I brought in. This car was one of the old kind, so it was an easy mark. I saw that the lock button was. (Sandy was interested monetarily in hearing about playing the "footsie" until she learned that was just the name of another stock market index.)Typically, Sandy's dad was interested in how good a "provider" Eugene would be (as if Sandy didn't have a six figure income of her own). Her mom, on the other hand, was like you, more concerned with whether Eugene would make her daughter happy. The operative work here is "concerned." While the men were talking about money, Sandy's mother pulled her. ‘Thanks for the butch comment too, I want you to know I’m a ‘soft butch’,’ she said as she coyly batted her brown eyes at him, ‘and don’t you forget it, my little femme’ friend.’ Lynn giggling at her comment, thought how much he liked this ‘soft’ butch. Lynn had felt guilty for leaving the bar so abruptly, especially after she provided him with some much need solace. Sam, despite her own lover’s recent raw betrayal, was still strong enough to help him, a stranger, dealing with his pain. At that. ’ Jennifer was surprised how easily the words rolled off his lips. ‘Satu merterbak.’ The meal arrived. Huge portions of rice, a black tea – sweetened – a broth with chicken pieces beside the bowl and on another plate what seemed to be an omelette. Peter explained that it was a type of bread, roti canai, filled with minced meat, curry with eggs and onion. He commenced eating. Watching Peter carefully, Jennifer followed his lead and noted that the Malay men were studying her intently. It was.