I stood and looked at the door, wondering if I should go after her. I didn’t know what else I could say, nor what I could do. After a few seconds th...ught, I realized there was one thing I could do — call Clarissa.“Petrovich! How are you?”“Not good,” I replied with a deep sigh.“Oh for Pete’s sake! We only spoke a few hours ago! I can’t leave you alone for a second! Now what?”“Angie. And you said I should call you if I needed you!”“I did. What happened?”“I think I need to tell you about Tasha,. She ties computer wire round yourwrists and ankles, fastening you down on top of the components that haven’t been cleared awayyet, the sharp edges and corners digging into your shoulders, back, and hips. After cutting away allyour clothes, she fits a memory chip into your damp slit, 32 pins digging into the tender innersurface of your sex lip, then she puts the heavy mounting block on the outside, and crimps themtogether. You squeal as 32 sharp gold pins pierce your winky all at once, then. Let me explain. Consider a beautiful woman, with some experience in life, by no means a virgin and certainly not a prude. In fact, Bella had prided herself on being able to live life to its fullest, until tonight. For as long as Bella and Fernando had been together, even after they had gotten married, they had talked about her many admirers. Every time she entered a room or walked down the street men would take a look at her and then liking what they saw, another. As they approached they saw. For all our two lovebirds cared, it could have been an elementary Christmas choir and they still would have bought tickets. The date soon arrived. Our two lovebirds mad their way into the theater. They walked around, as did others, admiring the work and craft put in to make the theater anew. He made particular not to her of some corner seating that had survived. As they sat, he continued on, noting how it reminded him of the first time he had kissed her in this theater. With those words off his.