My brain was trying to process the meaning of the question. She’d been talking about Mum. Why was the question suddenly about me?“Does Bec have La...brecht’s Syndrome?”Ah yes! That was the question – the ultimate question! That was the life-changing, life-defining question! That was the sixty-four million dollar question, right there!Everything inside of me froze.Even time froze. Everything I knew, everything I understood, my entire life story, every little thing I thought I knew about myself. It. He helps me stand up again.?Seeing my tears, he pulled me down to sit on his lap and hugged me.? I liked the hug, but my butt was sore and Ididn?t really want to be sitting just then. ?You know I love you, don?t you Steph?? he said. This surprised me.? Hedoesn?t usually say he loves me.? So Ididn?t say anything.? But my heart kindof melted to hear him say that. ?I really do love you,? he said, ?and I want you to be agood girl.? So we have to make sure youdo this right, so you can keep being a. I walked out of the shadows and brought it down on the head of one of the soldiers. I kicked the other in the balls and slashed to the side to slam the club into the bootlegger's head. The first man was down and unconscious and the bootlegger joined him. The other man was curled up on the ground writhing around.I used cord to tie their hands behind their backs. I tied them to a center beam and then lifted a large sack of grain. There was a huge stack and I walked out and headed towards the boat. A cunt was there. Dana's voice. Her hand on my shoulder. My senses flooded back with a rush and I realized Dana was squatting next to my head, her legs still bare. I was lying in a pool of cooling fluid and suddenly remembered losing my bladder, the pressure exploding from me. Oh, dear god I pissed and fell in it, right in front of her! The panic rocked me with a jolt. "I'm sorry!" I blurted. "I didn't mean it, I just lost control!" I craned my neck, seeking her face, needing absolution. I saw.