"Like tonight," she almost whispered out loud, "something could go dreadfully wrong, or I could even die out here." Brenda then took a breath. Of cour...e, she didn't think she was really going to die. That didn't mean she couldn't feel weight bearing down on her wrists from the steel cuffs. And there was also the collar. On her neck was the hide of a dead animal with skin 15-20 times thicker than hers, and it was starting to chafe her a little. Brenda imagined what everyone at work would think. "Great, just great," Mariah muttered."Whatever is the matter, dear? Has your Christmas spirit abandoned you?" A gentle masculine voice broke into her thoughts."Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr. Snow." Mariah gave her friend a guilty look. "I was just woolgathering. I'm so sorry. What would you like to eat?" She gestured to the pans in front of her."I'll have some ham and some mashed potatoes and I'd love to have a conversation with you, Mariah. Aren't you due a break?" I guess so." Mariah moved back as. It seemed that she was beginning to trust me, too, and seemed to be falling in love with me. My God! I am 38 years old and this yearning for her is about to drive me crazy. Finally, I asked her to marry me. She wouldn’t give me an answer, and did the strangest thing, she broke down and cried like a child in my arms. I let her cry for a while then wiped the tears away. I told her that if she would marry me I would let her cry on my shoulder anytime … I couldn’t promise her that I’d never make. ?” I enquired.She pulled bed sheet and threw it on floor. She took another and spread it on bed.“ab ise ganda mut karma.. aur … ?“aur kya kutia…” I winked at her.“oh.. kutia sun_na bahut achha lag raha hai..”“bol na kutia.. bachhe ko abhee bhi apna dudh pilati hai?..”“nahi re.. wo bada ho gaya hai… ab to uska baap choos_ta rahta hai.” She weighed her breast on her palm.I got up from chair , held her hand firmly and pleaded, “ kutia, mujhe apna chuchi chusne do,” I tried to touch her breast but.