He had rowed as a student, had even won an ARA Junior Championship in the double sculls together with Andrew.He rejoined his old boat club. Whenever h... had time, and weather permitting, he would log six to eight miles in a single scull. He was getting comfortable again and regaining his feel for the boat. That allowed him to balance and propel the narrow hull through the quiet waters of the upper River Thames.His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door."Phone call, Henry!" a voice. "Amanda virtually ran from her place on the couch to the kitchen. She hugged me, tears in her eyes, and said, "Thanks, Dad. I really do love you."My eyes misted a little. "I love you, too, my precious sweetheart." After a brief embrace, I broke the tension. "Help me carry these wine glasses to the coffee table, sweetie," I requested.We sat and ate and drank our wine and watched the movie. Amanda sat on the far end of the sofa from me. She curled up her legs on the couch, pointing them in my. Tears dripped off her chin as she continued to sob. He took hold of her leash and snapped it hard, tugging on her neck, pulling her forward brutally. The Asian girl stumbled and almost fell, she could only take the smallest little strides with the hobble chain clipped to her ankle cuffs. I reached down and grabbed for Carrie’s nipples, grasping them between my fingers and pinching down. “Get up slut.” Carrie whimpered softly, her eyes were moist as she stared up at me. I pulled. The object was small and cylindrical with a tab on its top that reminded her of the pin of a grenade. Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please don’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position. The figure stepped backwards and back into the rainy darkness outside. Joyce.