We bought the tickets and went inside, where there was only two other people in the whole theatre. We sat far away from them, continuing our conversat...on until the movie started. It got dark, and I looked at him, he quickly looked away from me. I smiled to myself, wondering why I had never thought of him in a sexual way before tonight. He squeezed my knee, letting it rest there for a couple seconds before taking it away. I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my knee. I could tell that he was. As I lay there I realized I had put my ghosts to bed forever. Jerry had been hurt; he might have been killed. I felt his pain, but it was his pain, not mine. What hurt me was that when something actually did happen to him — I wasn't there to support him. When he needed me, really needed me, I wasn't there.That was my shame and I had to find a way to make it right with him. I knew he loved me still - although I sometimes wondered why. I had been such a bitch. I had to find a way to make things. Izzy was the cashier and she was doing her best to catch a glimpse at what he'd had to adjust. He paid and hustled out of the shop. The evening air felt especially cool against his reddened cheeks.Chapter 2Grace Wilson cursed her life one more time as she left the big box store to head home for the night. That asshole Frank from HR hadn't left her side all night, constantly watching her with his creepy eyes. He had taken a liking to her dark looks. She wasn't Goth but she did like to dress in. "No one can hear you at all this room stands out of time. Scream till your voice rips apart if you want." Angie continued to struggle breathing faster and faster. He vision took on a peculiar tunnel like appearance. Vance watched as her eyes rolled back in a faint. "Told you so." He said with a warm smile.Angie was awakened by searing pain at her crotch. Vance was sitting on a stool holding a strip of cloth, she realized that he was waxing her pussy!Again she tried to scream around the ball.