Samantha and I met up in the room, she had not got a great deal of clothes on when I came in. Little balconette bar and a g stirng, and a very VERY f...ne pair of ttis were crammed into that bar! "Hi Lyn" she smiled "Sorry not entirely decent. Do you think I'm going to fall out of this when I'm dancing?" I don't know" I giggled "ask the band for some gaffer tape?"I walked to the room's DAB radio and selected Kerrang Radio, there was something really thrashy on,Slipknot or the like.. The sobbing child abruptly turns around and leaves the stage. The audience murmurs and the band looks lost. They start to do a rambling jam, not any song that either or both children have ever sung on stage. After a few minutes Paul walks back onto the stage and picks up the microphone. The audience applauds loudly.PAUL: I’m sorry. Boys are supposed to be brave. No boy wants to say that he isn’t as brave as a girl, but I’m just not as brave as ... as Paula. I can’t sing that song, but I can. " Life," he told her, "has just become more interesting. For example," he pointed toward a grille set in the pavement of the street with a smile, "we are about to meet those who inhabit sewers."It was dark, and it was wet, and worse yet, it was not uninhabited. Fifteen minutes later, McAllister climbed through the grille he'd chosen, in the corner between the westernmost building and the wall, then turned to grasp Sable's hand and pull her up to street-level after him."The things that rat. "I knew he was a bastard. What a prick."She laughed, although it was kind of a sour laugh."Like he's the only one with access to stuff? The only one who can turn on a camera remotely? Who the fuck does he think I am?"She pulled up her contact list and tapped the one she wanted, the woman detective she'd met several years ago when her dad was elected to the Senate. They weren't friends, really, but every girl, especially someone like her, needs someone outside the family circle to confide in..