Did you and your three friends meet up and have drinks with Mr. Anderman?”A nod.“But not in a bar?”A nod.“A restaurant?”A head shake.“His ...ome then?”A nod.“Was there a woman there that a night?”He closed his eyes.“Mr. Azzhat. Was there a woman at Mr. Anderman’s condo the night you were there? The night of your accident.”Nothing.By the time Josh joined them in the hot tub, the others were definitely shit-faced. Which is probably when they had agreed to allow Josh a wine cooler.“Make sure you. " The desk was wide enough that only her head hung over the edge. Grabbing a handful of hair I yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at me with her frightened eyes. (Is that also excitement I see?) "Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. Those hands are to remain exactly as they are. If they move, or you let go, for ANY reason, then your punishment will only get worse, and I may be forced to tie you down. Do you understand this, my little cocksucker?"With my hand. Tom came over on that Friday night in a stinking rage, he demanded I opened the bottle of wine he thrust into my arms and went to sit on the couch, turning up the music to a ridiculous level as if this somehow allowed him to vent whatever it was that caused such a bad mood. Of course I opened the bottle of wine and brought it through to him, I wasn't expecting Tom to come over but was secretly pleased when he did, I knew him well enough to know that this meant things had not gone well with his. None of the kids' parents, when learning of the incident and that the one addressing it is Miss Zetsa, had harbored resentment nor blamed Jinka of what happened. On the contrary, all of them were very sympathetic and tried to empathize. When Jinka kept lowering her head and apologizing some of them even attempted to pass it on by concentrating on the part of the glass that was half full, uttering stuff like... "He is fine" or "She came back safe and sound. Let's trust in Miss Zetsa".Jinka heard.