But she could live with it.Carefully extracting the plastic switch from the handle, she saw a small transistor taped to the switch. She assumed it was...feeding off the power cord and that way it could be so small, yet so powerful. She loosened the tape and experimentally moved the tiny chip towards her waist. At about three feet the electrodes and vibrators in the panties kicked in. Oh, well. So much for needing a power cord.Because she was expecting it this time, the shock and vibrations were. After all the difficulties which, in his stubbornly confident imagination, he had managed to surmount, he was brought face to face with the horrible vision of Florence being sacrificed, of Florence dead!"Oh, the torture of it!" he stammered. "I alone could have succeeded; and they shut me up!"He hardly put himself out to inquire into the reasons for which M. Desmalions, suddenly changing his mind, had consented to his arrest, thus bringing back to life that troublesome Arsène Lupin with whom. She hoped in time her Papa would forgive her and even poor Romano. She never wanted to hurt him. She would've even wanted to be his friend if he would have wanted that but he always wanted more from her and that she wasn't able to give. She hoped in time he would forget her and find someone new who was more suitable for him. She thought of all this as they drove silently into the summer night."I know a little chapel in the next town," he told her and I've made arrangements with the minister and. The sun was nearly gone; the pier they were on earlier was lit up, the rides bright as they flashed different colors.“Where did you bring me?” she whispered.“The Santa Monica Pier, I came here a lot as a child, I have tons of memories being here and I wanted a new one, with you.” he said as he grasped her hand and brought it to his mouth and gave her a soft kiss.How romantic! She gently turned his head towards her and kissed him. It amazed her how he made her feel. She felt like the luckiest.