Bad hostage. I ended up hiding cause he would’ve just shot the kid. So I hid and didn’t want the little prick telling anyone where I was so I hid ...ith him. Then he starts crying I tried to shush him he wouldn’t shush so I snapped the little fuckers head. That’s when I decided all the rest of the innocents had probably cleared out and I unleashed the beast. Tore those bastards apart.” He looked over to see her biting her lower lip staring at him.He suddenly stood up. Feeling a little light. Was it someone she knew? A friend's husband? A celebrity?Nothing came to the surface, where she could see it.She sat down on the bed, feeling helpless. Her hand landed on the dildo.She looked down at it, and then picked it up again.She thought about that flicker of memory that had returned down in the home gym, of her sparring with others in college.She stared at the rubber penis in her hand."What the hell," she said, aloud. "Maybe trying you again will spark a memory too."She took off her. One that would help me to try and figure out just what in the hell was going on with Sheila. Then again I was going to need the next one to actually affect any change within her.I heard a slight noise looking up Sheila appeared a moment later. Leaning over my shoulder she nodded her head. “I see that you are finally getting to the programs to help you with my systems.” Taking out a lead she hooked up to the comp as I started the program I had finished a mere ten minutes ago. Looking over her. She had removed some of her clothes from the dresser to make room for some of his, and crammed hers into the boxes he emptied. They were currently contemplating the bed."I can sleep on the floor," said Bob. "It will be like camping."Because of how she was feeling, Megan's response was both truthful and not well thought out. Her response was curt and businesslike."Good." Good," he said too, a little miffed that she was so eager for him to be on the floor. "Now, what else?" I don't know," she.