Not someone, not your company but YOU!" What the hell are you talking about?" I was going to give you seven days to pay me back the money I lost plus ...0%, but since you dishonor me with the use of profanity. You have forty-eight hours." The clock chimed seven o'clock. "As of right now." I can't raise that kind of money in two days." I will take my money one way or another. Forty-eight hours." Mr. Ito got up and left.***"ROBERTA!!!" my step-mom screamed."Yes madam, you called." Did you hear what. "Ginaya stepped in front of the first chamber and when instructed went in. She stripped completely when told to do so and stepped forward. When she was in position, a box clam shelled closed, enclosing her from the chin down. There was a moment of coldness and then a voice instructed her to close her eyes and mouth and remain that way until further notice. A fine mist sprayed her face and head and then another mist sprayed her closed eyelids and lips. For a moment it felt like many fingers. Well, like Lessa takes to slitting throats. With just as much bloodshed if you made fun of her.The scene on the other side of Hanna's freshly sewn curtains was, really, no different than any other large gathering of the kids. Tables had been moved to the sides of the room so there could be dancing, true, but otherwise it was nothing special. They'd all seen it before.Not so for Amanda. This was her moment. This was what she'd been dreaming of for years, what had been in her head when she had. ”There was that natural sincerity in her voice. She never made anything up. Reality was way ahead of online written erotica which Bernard was developing a penchant for.“Three Hail Mary’s, purchase two candles…and in future…. recite your rosary… after…sorry before temptation.”“Thank you Monsignor”Next it was the seemingly demure, modest and meek faced but hormone raging Bethany, the angelic lead voice of the choir. A rare coloratura Soprano, destined for the International Opera scene. It was.