You're in the driver's seat. Tell me. Want me dead? Just say the word and I'll eat my revolver."Ruth reflected for a bit and then said coolly, "I want...you dead. But, please do it somewhere where I won't have to clean up the mess -- blood is soooo hard to get out of good carpeting."John's eyes widened, "Are ... are you fuckin' kidding me?"Ruth looked at him with a raised eyebrow and said, "See. One should not be making ridiculous offers to a wronged woman. One might find oneself having to live. Feel like I have a lot on my mind, but i can’t pinpoint it.”“I think it’s your brain decompressing. You’ve done an impressive amount since moving in and, as of right now, you aren’t fighting for survival.”“That’s just it. I feel like I am, somehow. I’m in a dark alley and am about to get robbed, or something.” He reached up and played with her hair. “And the strange vision I had keeps bothering me.”“The one with the game pieces?” He had told Naia about it the next day. She had no idea what the. Max noticed the leather long coat she was wearing had a hole in it and a dark stain on the inside liner. She sat down and snuggled into Max’s arm, listening in silence for a second to the sultry tones of the singer. ‘Nice coat. I take it Sakura won’t be needing it anymore?’ Max asked. He brought his cigarette back to his mouth and inhaled slowly, savoring the taste of the smoke mingling with the taste of the scotch. Gillian giggled. ‘I don’t know about a coat, but he could definitely use a. Accordingly, and given my need for a quiet evening, I applied one of my larger ball gags. Her whimperings as the ball was forced between her jaws, spreading her mouth wide, would have distressed me had I not known it was for her betterment.I must confess that I prefer the use of the ball gag as a general rule. There are some silencers that achieve better quieting, some that impose a greater humiliation on the subject, and, indeed, some that present a more visually appealing effect but the ball.