"You speak of before," said Joe in its flat, accented Standard."Yes," said Toshimura. "You have met us well, we know that you are good people, we know...you are friends. But in the time before, when our people came then—we do not understand. Something happened to make us not-friends, and we—" he made a clashing gesture with his hands."Many die," said Joe. "Six you. Many us. Hurt, die. We remember." We remember too," Toshimura continued. "We don't wish to do that again. You are friends now, no. With Jessica squirming around from the intense pain of the spitting process, it was very hard to hold on to her. Father was struggling to keep her still.The spit stopped its journey halfway through Jessica’s chest, just under her heart. Her mother stopped to give her a second to get used to the feeling of being so full, and to hopefully add to the young girls’ enjoyment. After the short rest Jessica’s mother once again began sliding the spit through Jessica, until she could feel it at the base. But I did know it was late and getting later. Finally, Paul came back. Followed by two state troopers. I knew that things had gone from bad to worse.“Matt, I want you to know upfront that I tried my damnedest to stop this. Video from this morning has gone viral on the internet. The district attorney in Grangeville has gotten wind of what happened. That and the guy you popped is demanding charges be pressed. It’s an election year and Randy Clausen, he’s the DA for the county and looking at a. I wondered over what it might have been, but I already knew what it was. It was her voice. Holly took a tight tone on topics work related and didn’t talk on topics that were not. She barely even left her cubicle. She even ate lunch at her desk. While discussing something with Ken from payables I heard it the first time. Holly’s real voice. A resonant lust, a lingering breath after certain syllables, a particular use of non-word sounds. ‘Mmms’ and ‘ohhs’ and a sigh for punctuation. Looking up.