He gave me a grin. Aw, I had to grow up eventually. It just pissed me off that he was such an asshole. I could tell you really wanted to have a nice t...me tonight. I just hope Im a decent substitute. Youre doing great in my book. Ill be back in a second I had to use the ladies room, but the band had stopped for a few minutes to adjust some equipment and I quickly had a few words with the singer. A quick trip to the facilities, and I was back at my table. The band started up again, he again. Two men walked in waving guns in the air, demanding all the money in the registers. An off duty policeman confronted them and one of the robbers fired. The cop returned fire striking the robber in the left side. As the robber fell his gun discharged, hitting Kris in the chest. She collapsed into me. It seemed that time slowed to a crawl as Kris fell back against me, a red spot spreading across the center of her Light yellow blouse. Sinking to the floor beside her, I held her head in my lap as. "I want to make her cry. Can I?" Oh dear sweet Jesus," Jo said."Ask for it, Jo. Ask Brad to hurt you and make you cry. Beg him."A weird awful moan and Jo sank to her knees. "Please... hurt me." A choking whisper. "Hurt me, make me cry, make me scream for you..."*I had been exploring her capacity for pain.Lying on my bed with her arms stretched above her head.I didn't bother tying her up.Jo wasn't going anyplace."Hold still." I can't." You can." Please." Hold still or it will be worse." Don't.". There was not even a table. Rene wished these presumably civilised Parisians treated their guests in greater style: An unfurnished shack was all they provided. Aunt meanwhile was singing. She was singing in some language that was not Tamil, nor English, nor Hindi, possibly French. He had no time to lose, he had to act fast to organise his viewing. He ran into the house. There was a sofa set and a couple of double chairs, but no stool or chair that would serve his purpose. He rushed back. Sounds.