" Carry on as you are, and you'll be an asset," I said, and she smiled.In our cabin, I stripped to t-shirt and boxers and slipped into bed. Grace was ...ude, which was perhaps not the best idea, and she wrapped herself round me without, apparently, waking; murmuring contentedly.I didn't exactly wake when Grace left our bed, but I was aware of her leaving. I soon fell back into sound sleep, though.When Grace woke me, with fresh coffee (wonderful woman) and her nude body (beautiful woman) at ten. I take a pair of latex gloves out of the bag and slap you across the face with them before I put them on. Hurting you makes me feel good sweetie. I’m going to keep hurting you, and you WILL enjoy every minute. I rip apart your shirt and for the first time you notice the scissors in my hand. I run the cold metal up and down your chest, not letting it cut you. I look into your eyes and wink at you; I run the scissors down your chest, hard, causing it to bleed. Not too deep, but enough. ”“Eric?” I asked, and Roy nodded.“Broke his arms in three places. Wouldn’t tell us what happened.”Becky Finklestein happened. I was sure of it. Eric Blankenship was an All-American wrestler, but Becky could break an All-American wrestler’s arm with one of her dainty fingers. Maybe her pinky if she was showing off. And she was always showing off. “She’s not a bad kid, Roy,” I said. “She just needs guidance. She needs a normal life.”“Rick, if this girl is as big and as strong as you say she is,. ..........................................................................................................Nick cautiously opened one eye, to be confronted by the silhouette of a tall suited man framed against the bright morning light entering the apartment."I've left you a cafetier of coffee on the table. And there are croissants in the top cupboard. Just warm them in the microwave." What time is it?" Nearly 8. 'Fraid I've got to dash, sweetie. Busy day at work today: we're stocktaking."Nick.