” It took me a few moments to gather my wits and to realize a real Bridget was talking to me and this was not a mental projection I could command to...kingdom come. My intention, awareness and my mouth met somewhere halfway and I answered her not exactly timid like I used to talk to Bridget,“ Follow me, Bridget. I need to talk to you.” I already made strides towards the nearest diner when the thought hit me that she was following me in short deliberate steps on her high heels trying to keep up. My bullet entered Mr. Hawthorn's throat and struck his backbone in the back of his neck. I ain't exactly sure what that did to him, but he fell dead at my feet. That beer mug caught me a glancing blow on the left side of my face, and I bear the scar to this day.Shit! I did not know what to do! However, I did have the presence of mind to empty my stomach into the mop bucket, instead of on the floor. I had to sit down, and Mr. Jones used his bar wiping cloth to wipe my wound. That cloth was. I gave hubby a slow, sexy wink and dipped the mini-wiener into the "special sauce" pooled in his navel. Then I popped thesausage into my mouth and deliberately chewed it into a pulp. A goodthing the stylist had thought to use waterproof makeup. Realizing allhope was now lost, tears shimmered in Steffie's big dark eyes. Maxlaughed, leaned over, and sneeringly congratulated my hubby on his bigday."Enjoy your new ball-less life, you pitiful fucking pansy."One of Nikos's guests, a friend who worked. ‘Oh my god, I didn’t…know that was even possible. I have never come that hard before, ever.’ I couldn’t help the smile that shot across my face. I knew it was going to cause trouble in one way or another, but I couldn’t stop it. ‘Alright smart ass, get up here.’ Samantha pulled me up and looked deep into my eyes, like she was reading my very soul. Without warning she leaned in and kissed me again. She kissed me like it was the last time she would ever get to do it and she wanted me to remember.