‘I just didn’t know how to stop her…..all this time I thought she loved me…but she was probably using me. Just as she used that bastard I foun... in my bed with her.’ Taking a swig from his own bottle, John asked him, ‘Over the past year Misha, has she ever given you reason to believe that she’s done this before?’ Misha sat sprawled in the big leather chair, his bottle of beer balanced on his belly, ‘I’m not sure. Looking back she could have. But I’m not sure….it really hurts John…I love her, but. He was wearing a plain white shirt and short light blue shorts, which ended at the half of his thighs. Hi! I am Jake-said the blond boy. For some reason he started a conversation, which was another thing very unusual for him. I am Chandra-responded the Thai boy-I am new here. Will stay at this town all summer. This is great! We can spend a lot of time together-said Jake at the same time thinking what made him some talkative. Never before Jake has spoken so well with someone. Apart from Jean.. As we entered the house a strange calm came over me. I just knew everything would be okay.Once inside the door Sandy and I faced each other. I took her in my arms and softly pressed my lips to hers. I felt no anxiety, no reservations, I felt only affection, a warmth I had honestly thought I would never feel again.Those feelings became even stronger once we were in the bedroom. I unzipped the back of her dress and caressed her neck as I slipped to top of the dress off her shoulders and let it. Could it be that the shocking current was isolated from the floor contacts whenever the door was open? But why had it also been switched off while her door was closed, during this "freedom period" they had given her?It was too much for her to figure out while she was still not quite recuperated from the prolonged shock she had received.She closed her eyes, regrouping her strength, and then the door-latch clicked and Paul stuck his head inside the doorway."Get the bleeding stopped?" he asked,.