It wouldn’t kill me, or anything like that. Nothing would change. It’s bound to me. I don’t think I could throw it away if I tried, but I don’... have to wear it. I ... suppose I choose to.”Will waited, but she didn’t continue. He turned his head to look at her. “You’re not just going to leave off like that, are you?”She blinked, and glanced at him, as if she was realizing she’d been talking. “It reminds me of you, Will,” she said with a sigh. She rolled her eyes. “It seems so melodramatic to say. After leaving yet another message on Stan's machine, Sara called Jake to voice her concern. "Jake I still can't get anyone at that number." Sara could not hide the worry in her voice."I know, Sara," Jake returned, "I called a friend of mine last night. He's a Texas Ranger, he should be in Sanderson right now. And do you want to hear something funny?"Sara was much too stressed right now for one of Jake's jokes, "No, not really, do I have a choice?"Jake laughed, "Well, my friend Jack Rimes knows. I knew I was getting sand in my crotch, but the fluids leaking out would probably wash it away! For the next ten minutes I watched as people walked by, some smiling at the girl buried in the sand, none of them realizing my secret.A short while later, some kids were running and playing along the beach, and one tripped over my leg. It took all my willpower not to jump up when it happened, but I stayed still, and the boy apologized and ran away. I looked down and saw that my stomach was now clear. . WHIP ME TO SHREADS? HURT ME? PLEASE, MORE? OOOHH HURT ME, PLEEEASE!!! Even though he may not have understood the words, the message was as clear as could be. I was squirming, sticking my bottom out at an even faster pace in perfect rhythm with his slashes, to meet each smack, desperately pulling my chains. He kept on beating me with his heavy belt until my round globes were swollen and covered with welts?. I could not possibly sit after this but I thought it was marvellous? I felt like I was.