" He demands.He holds out his hand, palm up, and I realize that I am less afraid of him, than I am of what I'll face driving drunk and furious, so I d...g into my bag and hand the keys over. Cowboy walks away without a backwards glance and I bang my head against the wall, wondering how I got myself into this fine fix. Then I pull my cross out and palm it, muttering a prayer under my breath."Stay with me my angel. I need you." Cowboy returns and wordlessly takes my hand. I freeze and then wrench. It was a painful process and my tattoo had to be covered up to stop itgetting messed up for the first day. So I spent that night watching the"highlights" of our humiliating defeat again and again hoping that theresult would somehow be different and wondering about what my tattoo wasof.In the end I fell asleep on the sofa in front of the television and Idid not make it to bed.As I lay sleeping there Nicholas set about my face with foundation,lipstick, eye shadow, false eyelashes and mascara. . His girlfriend’s panties were obvious for Kris to see, poking above the waistband of his jeans, as Marcel bent down over the drinks cabinet.“Oh, I thought it was me that had the surprise for you,” he smirked, “but I see you've gone and beaten me to it!”“Exactly what kind of surprise did you have in mind?” Marcel enquired provocatively.“Well, I thought you enjoyed wearing my girlfriend,s panties so much you might like to try something else she’s fond of.”With that, he produced a crumpled handful. “I wish I could kill him.”The other child wasn’t shocked. “I wish I could kill Madsen.”“I wish they’d kill each other.”Paula nodded. “That would be the best. Did Madsen hit you again?”“No,” the boy told her, “but I know it’s gonna happen again. Did Genkins do anything?”“French kissed me,” she told him. “It wasn’t so bad. I think it bothered him that I wasn’t grossed out by the whole tongue thing. I think he kind of knows I’ve done it before. I’m glad I did it with you first. That’s why it.