"Uh, oh, I thought to myself. She was in a mood. She could be moody, an Irish girl and all. "Take a sip of your pop." We'd each got a fresh fountain d...ink before we left the carnival. Also some Carmel corn for later."Do you think it'd be alright if I masturbated, Cully-boy?" She'd purposely went hard on the (boy).I did a quick calculation & calculated that Girl was in the midst of her premenstrual syndrome. Uh, oh."Are you okay, puddin-head?" Don't answer a question with a question, Dale.". I stood and walked away and left them laying there.Someone wanted something they thought I had and they wanted me dead. The information on the comp traced to an encoded order from the deputy director of imperial intelligence. He was the head of the action group or black operations. I sighed because that meant a trip back to Central.I looked around as I walked and moved into another parking area. Five minutes later I was driving away in a vehicle I had stolen. I left it in the middle of the city. The next scene showed the woman hanging from a bar and being tortured in ways I never thought manageable. I tried closing my eyes but the other twin turned the handle on the second cylinder repeating the piercing of my breast. My screams were competing with the woman on the screen. The film continued for another 30 minutes finishing with the woman’s nipples been ripped from her breasts as she swung from two hooks. My husband and father arrived as the film was ending. They started telling me how. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, a bit longer than a standard blink. Sighing, he opened his eyes and made his way back to the classroom. It was five minutes to 8 and the students had yet to arrive. He sat down at desk, opened up his bag, and pulled out the tests for the morning. Just then, the students started filling in. "Hi Mr. Stone." Blane looked up from his desk. Smiled his hellos, causing causing more than one of the girls to blush. Had it not been stubble grazing his face, he might.