She couldn’t believe I killed men with my bare hands. Making her think I could have easily killed her anytime I that had wanted to. Challa was used ...o being the one doing the beating up on part, not the one taking the ass-whipping. This was truly a new experience, as well as submitting to a man.While not really wanting to do this, truth be told. But her pride is involved, as she agreed to the terms thinking she would dominate Alex. As she had dominated all her other suitors for years. But Alex. She scored pars on the next two holes. ‘I can’t believe this – this just isn’t me,’ she almost wailed as she climbed into the cart with Fenton at the wheel. ‘We celebrated Halloween last night, did we not?’ he asked. ‘Yes, but what does that have to do with this.’ ‘I’m going to tell you a Halloween story as we drive between play. I don’t want to scare you and you are free to disbelieve it as much as you like. Okay?’ ‘Of course and be aware I don’t scare easy.’ Clara was shaken to hear the story. Sharper than a ginzu knife, and twice as mean, I found the trick was to pull the cut a little, and it would go through like hot wire through butter. You do anything enough times, and you get good. I am just glad the Fabulous Ms. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can walk and grab if they can't even figure out how a. Hethrew me out on my own in just the clothes on my back, with a warningthat if he ever saw me again he'd kill me. I believed him.I drove, hitting the highway unsure where I was going. I drove until Iran out of gas. Then I started to walk, slinging my purse over myshoulder limping, with my hair pulled across the side of my face to hidethe growing ugly purple bruise I walked in the three inch heels I'd beenwearing.About a quarter mile from the car someone finally pulled over for me.Shy and scared.