So I asked Arman what’s wrong. He said they both went to his friend’s farmhouse to have fun! I felt disgusted for her; she was betraying her fianc...� big-time! Then later that week I confronted her one day what she wants actually, she was rude and clear that she is just having fun with Sameer and is happy to roam with him and enjoy his gifts and stuff. And she taunted me too, that I fake myself to be dignified but actually I too have a cheap side and everybody has seen it, god knows what goes on. Don't do it. The Stick said softly. It's over. Let him go. Let it go. Just let it go. Let it all go.He turned to run, probably thinking I didn't have the guts to shoot him in the back.Maybe my fingers slipped, I don't know, but the arrow got away and along with it went all the fury and frustration and terror built up over however long this waking nightmare had gone on.He got it in the end. My aim had dropped -- tired arms? -- and the arrow buried itself in the right cheek of his massive ass. He. All right, then.’ He pulled his finger out of me and kissed me. ‘So what did you think about that?’ ‘I think you should wash your finger.’ ‘Yeah, probably.’ He leaned over the front seat and got a package of wet naps out of the glove compartment. ‘As you can see, I always come prepared.’ He wiped off his finger and gave me another kiss, a long, deep, tongue-filled kiss. ‘Other than the finger thing, what did you think?’ ‘I kind of liked it. It was definitely different.’ ‘Glad you liked it, even. He nodded at Dorothy, and she smiled brightly back at him. ‘Now, you were saying that Danny wasn’t himself this past weekend?’ Louise asked. ‘No, he wasn’t. To tell you the truth, Ms. Blaisdell, I’m not really sure what I’m going to do about our little, um, situation. I think I understand what you said about, um, urges. To be perfectly honest, I sometimes get them myself.’ Dorothy looked down, and hurriedly drank some tea. ‘The world can be a terribly lonely place sometimes, Ms. Kaiser,’ Louise.