Ever since she had received that letter—that letter from Lenny—she had been off kilter. Her whole world had gone awry and she had begun to questio... everything she did—why she did it. Were her motives good or self-centered? Ginny was still struggling with this while she busied herself with what she brought to work on and tried not to look at the old woman, who had gone back to her mad stabbing at the scraps of material as the birds lost interest for the moment and flew back up into the trees. As the sleeper hold became more intense, the resistance of the blonde rioter faded. Knowing he would be dead soon, Marjean decided to finish him in an emphatic way.Turning to her right side, she arched her body backwards, while keeping her legs locked around the male, effectively bending him back. Her body was bendy, but his wasn’t. She took her body to its limits, and the nearly dead male into a U-shape.Suddenly, after a pull from her hips, his spine snapped. Hard. A deep groan escaped. "Turning she walked to the far door. Once in the hall, she saw the bloody footprints and started following them. Farther down the hallway, she descended into a darkened section of the tunnel, a spot she had not checked out. Eventually the last light started to fade behind her and she looked into the darkness and called out."Sammie, it's me. Doctor Grady, I know what happened and it was not your fault. I am so sorry Tom hurt you. I did not know he was doing those things to you or to the others.. "How do you know?" I blurted out. I regretted being so blunt. I didn'twant to know the answer."Easy. It's visible through their yoga pants. That is, it's visible thatthey don't wear briefs or boxers. It's elementary, my dear Alex," shesaid smugly. I was relieved."Speaking of yoga pants. Here's a pair. I think they'll fit," she said.I pulled them up."They feel very comfortable," I said, "but you don't have any trousers?" Trousers? No, I have leggings and dresses. Do you rather wear a dress?"she.