But that will be the end of our friendship and relationship. Also if you ask for mercy or for me to stop that will also signal the end of our relation...hip. It’s all or nothing, and that’s the only true way of life – compromise isn’t an option in my book. Do you understand and accept?” “Y-yes I do.” Gina then whispered in my right ear: “I’m going to really hurt you and in some ways it will be worse than the ball kick as it’s going to be protracted. By the way, since you were ogling at me all. Though he said the bus will be packed and travel time is more, he was certain that I would get to the city. I took a quick shower but didn't care to shave my 7 'O clock shadow, changed into my black wool pants, black dress shoes, lavender dress shirt and my dress belt. I Dumped my laptop into my bag and headed to the bus stop. I was in time to catch the 9:00 a.m. bus coming from Princeton. I said many thanks to Ashish and boarded the bus. The bus was packed with commuters. I brushed past all. The décor was a bit bland: just some pictures of Jesus, a woodcarving of him on the cross and some candles. Even so, there was a small bar to serve tea or coffee. It looked like the canteen of a very pious badminton club, except there were no sports trophies. There was an entrance on the other side of the hall, from which there came daylight. Rebecca made coffee for the two priests, who had taken seats near the kitchen.“Sorry about that. They looked a bit shaken up,” said Rebecca, once she. The doorway was set back in a porch of impressive proportions, flanked with two vast pillars and two slightly smaller lions that looked particularly fierce. Vanessa Staunton opened the door after a few moments and I was surprised. She was tidy: clean white silk blouse and a long, wide skirt that was a cascade of gold and blue to her ankles. Her feet were bare, her hair brushed and shiny and her eyes sparkling. She kissed me. “Welcome, Charlotte, come on in.” Was it an accident that the back of.