Hard. Not very hard, but hard, and the wailing and crying that resulted was enough to convince me that I had really hurt him. I didn’t care. I just ...ettled on my knees on the back of the crying boy and used my knife to cut bands from his parka, which I then used to tie his hands behind his back. Almost absentmindedly, I noticed that by doing that I totally ruined a nice parka. Yeah, like he totally burned down a nice house.Only when I rose, I noticed that his pants were wet because he had. The only small concern occurred as I passed in front of one particular house that must have had a motion detector, which suddenly bathed me in a powerful light. The heart raced as I thought I may have been discovered, but quickly realised that the light was probably automatic. I always walk under street lights without concern, but these automatic lights can give a bit of a shock.As I walked on I thought I might have heard a slight muffled noise, like a giggle being restrained, but no-one seemed. On top of that my dark tan made me look like some kind of beach bunny.That day, I was hanging out near the pier in Santa Monica, and started to talk with this girl. She was cute, and new to the area having just moved to California from Wyoming of all places. We quickly started to laugh and talk, and I filled her in on what we did here in LA. And of course comparing which guys we thought were cool, and which were geeks. I told her about the clubs we could go to, places to hang out, and places to. I hugged the wall and tried to find a cool spot on my pillow to lay my head. You’d think in a hotel this expensive the bed would be a little farther from the wall so you could walk around it. The thought of walking made my stomach turn. If I could stand up, I could make it to the bathroom. I rolled toward the other edge of the narrow bed and nearly fell out before I got my feet under me. The room spun and I lurched out into the hall to get to the bathroom.I felt better after I puked. I started.