I don't know exactly why, but for some reason if you stopped time it wasn't real, so there was no pain and you could be with her. But the other night,...when she showed up in the dream for real, the pain came back, didn't it?" Yes," she said, laying her head on my shoulder and petting Walter at the same time."Now, do you know why the pain is gone?" Because it was a long time ago?" she asked."Yes, because it was a long time ago," I said. I pushed her away enough to stand up and then held her hand. My brother is going to fuck your little ass. He’s going to do it right now. So, it’s up to you, are you going to cooperate… or should I hold you down while he r(a)pes you?”“God Damn it… you can’t be serious!” Sandra whimpered, her pale gray eyes streaming tears, as she stared at John…. she knew he was serious, but what about Andy, she thought. “You tell her, Andy… am I serious or not?” John asked his brother, as he continued to pinch and twist her right nipple.“You better listen to him… he. She shook her head resolutely, but I'm renowned for my persistence. "Come on. Please. Sit with me and forget I said anything about your…" I waved my hand. "It's Christmas and I enjoy your company. Please?" After a little more cajoling we settled in the bar area on plush crimson armchairs. Just us and the barman, who could have been Jason Statham's stunt double. Soft Chopin wove delicately between the conversation peaks and valleys as I re-earned her trust while more Champagne, expensed on the. Is that correct?" Yes, it is, your honor." The last two words were an afterthought."And it says you're forty-three. That can't be right." Why, yes, it is," she said with a ladylike blush."I'd have guessed thirty-three, thirty-five max." Thank you, but I'm far past thirty-five. I have three children. The oldest is probably your age." I'm twenty-nine," I replied."Well, my oldest is twenty-five."I did some quick math. Mrs. Brown was pregnant was she was seventeen. I wondered who the lucky guy.