I felt completely lost about the whole situation, and I knew that if I was depending on Hani for emotional clarity, I was in trouble. But we were both...in even worse trouble if we didn’t communicate at all. “You know, I don’t even really want to talk about what happened…right now, anyway. What happened, happened, we were both there,” I said, which got me a nervous chuckle from across the table. “What I want to know is what you think happens now.” “Nothing happens now,” she said. “I mean, its. He thenasked that I call him Lawrence. He preferred it to Larry as itwasn't as pedestrian and it showed more class as well. He said"Lawrence and Tiffany" it could be a magic combination.I lifted his arm from around me and got up to finish dinner. Itold him "I'm a guy Larry, or 'Lawrence.' This is only anillusion! And we both know how I ended up doing this for you forwhatever reason you may have. "You shouldn't have bought me thisdress or these shoes." I said as I stood there in the livingroom.. I knew her schedule by heart now, she got ready for bed between nine-thirty and ten on school nights. Like all good stalkers, I was learning the habits of my prey.I used the time while she was in the bathroom to test just how well the binoculars worked. I was amazed. I was able to read the printing on a Winnie the Pooh poster she had on her wall. I couldn't quite make out the pattern on her sheets, but it looked like some kind of puppies or kittens. Yeah, this was going to work out just. "The smaller ones are stab wounds." He told me, "The large one was a bullet wound. Gangland hits. I told you, I'm a Bad Boy."It wouldn't have made a difference to me if he had been scarred all over his body, I loved him. But I could see the pain in his eyes and I guessed that at some point a woman must have remarked on them, no matter, her loss and my gain. What he didn’t seem to know was that when a woman loves and adores a man, (especially a submissive woman), she sees him as amazing and.