Well... as its going to be such a rubbishday.... And I don't have any homework or anything like that.. well I justsort of wondered..well really it me...and Zoos.. we happened to see that theMiss Selfridge sale starts on Saturday.Something her sister hadn't quite yet grasped was that if you worked in abank, you didn't actually get freebies. This sounded as if was going to berequest for additional funds to restock the " I haven't got anything towear" wardrobe. So keeping quiet, she waited for. If it weren’t for this stranger, I’d have been on the floor, probably throwing up all over myself. I heard his voice again. ‘There you go, that’s it. You’re okay I got you kid,’ Finally I emptied all the liquid out of my stomach, and it seemed to settle. My eyes were blurred with unshed tears, my mascara now running down my face. I had always hated being sick. The strangers hand was still holding me, now one strong, lightly tanned arm was wrapped securely around my waist. I wasn’t sure were. "I'm sick and tired of your pathetic threats!"He raised his eyebrows. "What threats?" He asked innocently.Pushing him again, she managed to get him off of her. "You constantly threaten to kill me and mom if I ever tell anyone about what you've done to me!"A hint of a smirk crossed his lips. "So, you think it's just a threat? You think I won't do it?"There was a look in his eyes. A look that finally made her realize that he would really do it. Even though her mother was a drunk, she didn't want. Well, in the end I couldn't stand the thought oflosing you! At first I decided only to ask you to try to act less ...manly. Not in so many words, not at first, but I swore to myself thatif you were willing to act ... a little more effeminate, I'd marry you! And you did! Then during our honeymoon you proved it!"That was true. From the beginning I'd understood how she felt about herfather and brute men in general. So did I, so I'd always tried tobehave otherwise. Even when we were only.