Tens, twenties, and even a hundred-dollar bill lay all over the room. Maggie picked up a $10. "I'm keeping this. I was good wasn't I? I earned it?" Ye..., magnificent, the best, cutting edge, top drawer." She swung her hips and did an old fashioned shimmy. "Thanks, I never let my self go like that, ever, in any situation, even with my husband. You were so much help" (I wasn't sure exactly what I had done other than turn on the radio, but had sense enough to keep my mouth shut.) "I thought a. .. but she knew what it was like to have to pretend things were fine when they weren't. She did it all the time... that was why a lot of the time she just remained silent, it was easier than pretending!She looked behind her through the back window of the speeding Ford at the trailer that swung along behind them. She wondered what her Mom was doing in there... and hoped she wasn't still crying. Her father had declared that like it or not they all had to go up to "Livingston's" because no one. He didn't club puppies or anything like that. The few that knew him well even thought he was a pretty funny guy. The few that knew him well were the friends that he had for as long as he could remember. They didn't change; they were the few constants that he could count on. They were there when he needed them. From childhood, they stuck by each other through the war zone of high school and teenage years. They bailed each other out of trouble when the excesses of college were close to drowning. It was very effective. I've always wanted to see just how effective." What... what are you going to do with that thing?" Sue gasped. She stared in fascination at the innocent-looking metal rod."Stuff it up your cunt and turn on the juice," Hammer said. "I understand the affects are... electrifying." He laughed loudly."You... you wouldn't!" I would!" Hammer snapped back. "Unless you agree to give your precious little body to whomever I say." No! I won't!" Sue said desperately. "I can't let you.