‘I need to see those documents, and I need to hear what Jeremy is saying. After that, I don’t know what I’m going to do. For now, keep everythin... low profile.’ ‘OK, when do you want me back, or do you?’ Jennifer asked. ‘You know I want you back, come in the morning like always. Assume that the press is going to be here. Ignore them, no matter what they say. Understand?’ Bill asked. ‘Yeah. Bill, I’m really sorry about this.’ Jennifer said. ‘It’s not your fault, it’s Jeremy, and the little prick. Fuck that. Fuck it with a lit stick ofdynamite.A minute or so later, I was bopping out of the changing booth to showEmily and Mrs. Komori. Emily had this look of narrow-eyed interest,somewhat sardonic. But Mrs. Komori beamed happily.On the way to the cashier's station, we passed a long rack of dresses.I wasn't planning to give them so much as a glance, but curiosity gotthe better of me and I peeked. Nothing, nothing... and then, something.Stainless steel rack. A hanger. There were these. You love the fear, I can tell. I want to back away from you but the wall behind me is preventing me from going anywhere ... Thoughts race through my mind: "oh my god, how did he get in?" "what is he going to do to me?" "will I live through this?"My thoughts turn to prayer as you grab my throat and lift me off the ground holding me against the wall. With your left hand, you grab both my wrists and hold them high above my head. My struggles are futile as the need to breathe becomes more and more. I just wanted to get stupid drunk and forget, at least for a little while. The house was dark. Karen's car was in the drive. I wondered how she beat me home, then I remembered she rode with me. "I'm sure someone will give her a ride." I thought, as I walked into the house. I went straight to the basement, to my office. My little get away. I had built it to get away from Julie and her friends when they played that new age music. I went inside and locked the door. Straight across the room I.