" I felt his big hands on my head as he pulled me down the fat pole, choking me as he slid past my throat's entrance."He adores you, you know? And the...e is the brad, of course. He'll never give the two of you up, trust me. Just keep denying until he doubts his own memory. It'll teach him to doubt you. In the end he'll beg you to take him back. Make him beg. Make him tell you he's sorry and he'll be your cunt-lapping puppy ... for ... the ... rest ... of ... your ... life."His speech started. In effect, Bill was standing, but tied securely in a classic spread-eagle position.The whole operation had taken a very short space of time; too fast to really appreciate just what had happened. Ann stood stock still, arms hanging limp at her sides, too confused to assimilate the events unfolding in front of her until, in unison, the five grabbed her and forced her to the floor.Four of the assailants gripped her wrists, ankles and pinned her to the floor as if crucified while the fifth fumbled. There was a boy by the name of Spell up at Bowen's Corners a couple of seasons ago. You any relation?" That was my brother Billy Bob. He got a scholarship to Texas Tech but hurt his knee during his first season and had to drop out." He was a great basketball player. You play any?" Yeah. We used to play but he was way better. Then I got fat." You weren't always fat?" the teacher had a surprised look."No. I started to gain weight after my dad..." she stopped short, she felt her face warming.. I got up and checked the other bedroom for Neha. She was not there. She must be doing Yoga. I heard another roar of laughter. When did she start laughter therapy sessions like those mad people who believed that laughing with their hands raised without any reason on the roadside can prevent heart attacks? And they can eat masala chicken soon after they get home as laughter therapy shields them against cholesterol and triglyceride levels in their body. I looked out of the window and I saw Neha.