The six bandits were all sitting at one table. It looked like they were finished with their meal and were drinking the wine. The leader was a big guy ...nd the rest look to be about average. The leader had the serving gal on his lap and he was pawing at her breast. I pulled a chair up to their table.“What do want?” The big guy roared.“Fellows we a peaceful town, can you let the girl go and if your done here mount your horses and leave.”“Now who is going to make us? You squirt?”“No, I was hoping. I have something to show you.’ Too big to sit on her great-grandmother’s lap, she settled for the next best spot: on the soft couch under a reading lamp. On the coffee table was a box of pictures, a photo album and two small, worn books. ‘You have always been interested in my history books, Dani,’ Ma-mère reached for the photo album. The pictures were discoloured under the yellowed plastic page covers. ‘I want to show you some history of my own. Your mother tells me you’re studying French in. ”My last message to him included my new cell phone number, and my answer: “Whatever it is, the answer is YES.”When I landed at the Tampa International Airport, Arthur met me at baggage claim. He seemed surprised that I hadn’t checked a bag. I had only my purse and a small carry on. I wasn’t surprised to find him to be exactly as he appeared on the website, but I was taken aback somewhat by his obvious shyness. I dropped my bags and threw my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes to give. ?The pressure was light for a second but I could sense every couple of seconds he began to squeeze just the slightest bit tighter.?"Now, tell me you are sorry." ?Those were the only words spoken for the next half a minute. ?The pressure increased slowly and the building pressure began to cause me some strong discomfort. ?My only reply was "Stop. ?Please stop." The pressure just kept increasing. I think I lasted two minutes but it seemed like fifteen. ?I was pleading for him to stop. ? I was.