" Please, you don't have to do this. My company will be paying ransom money for me, for all of us from the Penelope in fact. Please, Sir, just lock me...up together with the rest of my crew." Heviya stated meekly, more trying to stall than believing to be able to reason with this slob. "Don't worry about that, I am sure the bosses gonna collect that just fine. Unless you work for some religious weirdos your value shouldn't drop by getting fucked, right ? To be totally honest with you, grinding. As an author I write mainly for myself so I write theendings I want and I suspect that Margaret probably did too. When Iread this story an alternative ending suggested itself, now I wouldnormally ask the author?s permission to change a story, but sinceMargaret tragically died early February I am unable to do that. InsteadI have written the ending I came up with and I hope that Margaret?sfans will not get upset. This is still Margaret?s story. It?s her ideaand plot. I do not take any credit for. "Then his eyes snapped wide. "Oh shit. It's a Ranma costume." Authentic from Japan," the Old Man told him with a smile. "Verydifficult to come by."Chris grabbed at the costume and stared at the wrist bands. "Oh man, thisstuff's great. That's one of my favorite animes. And all I have to do istie my hair into a pig tail." Oh yes," the Old Man chuckled, "I'm sure that it will go great at yourparty. However, I must warn you to read the label before wearing it." Sure," Chris responded absently. "So. ‘I always have, since I met you. I’m…I’m so glad you love me too…’ She burst into harder tears and sobs then, and Lilah held her close, ever the strong one, until another hour had passed and she really did have to go home. To her husband. Chapter Two Supper was going to be late again. Tony hated when supper was late. He watched as Lilah came up the sidewalk to their bungalow, carrying the few groceries he’d asked her to get. He snorted in derision as she walked in and ignored him, passing him.