”“Well this is a little embarrassing and certainly unexpected.”“Oh come on, if you don’t want to be around just let me sit here for a minute...and I’ll tell you when I’m done.” So I go to my kitchen, make myself another coffee and stand there like a fucking deer in a truck’s headlights. “What the fuck. How am I going to manage that?” “Hey Mark, come here please.” “Done already?” I say getting back to my office. “Are you this author?” showing me my nick name. “Yep, that’s me.” “Shit, this is a. I'll be a good girl. But, please don't do that to her again. Don't make her suffer. I'll do whatever you want, I promise, but please don't hurt my friend!"He cocked his head and looked down at me quizzically. "Kendra ... I don't think I've ever met a girl quite like you. You defy standard categorization." He smiled almost sadly. "Here is your breakfast. There are no drugs involved, I promise. I will leave you two for awhile. When I return, we will continue your hypnotic conditioning." And he. The next thing Tommy saw was Eric raise the pipe over his head. He knew Eric was getting ready to hit her again.Tommy ran, from around the corner of the building, towards Eric. He really thought he was going to get to Eric before he could swing the pipe again. He was wrong. He was only about fifteen feet from Eric when he saw Eric look out the corner of his eye at Tommy and smile. Tommy watched as Eric swung the pipe down, catching Sarah on the side of the head. It was a sound that Tommy. “You’ll talk to Milt! Wonderful! Please let me know what he has to say. Oh ... tell him she’s a knockout! Love you, Gerri! Bye!”It took very little persuasion to get Aniah to accompany Marcie to Milt and Gerri’s. They had a pool; her parents were working until nine-thirty and Gerri was a blonde, young and very pretty who happened to like women. Milt’s being there was merely an afterthought.When they arrived, Gerri was lounging in a patio chair, sipping on a margarita by the pool. Aniah had.