Words came, racked, helpless, unbidden.“I had to! It ... it was ... I didn’t have a choice! I tried! I wanted ... I only wanted to help...” Jack...was incoherent.Bella stood. Her mothering instincts threatened to override everything else. How could she stay angry while watching this? Wasn’t her anger justified? Did she even want to stay angry? Shouldn’t she? Jack had done so much, hurt her, hurt Will, offered no explanation. Now this? What was this? What did Jack mean? Suddenly it was Bella who. " As she walks over she starts to say why and you hear it but she doesn’t, SWISSHHH THAWK as the whip lands across her ass you reach over and grab her and say, my master will punish you if you do, then I walk out of the shadows and I look at her, sit down bitch your about to get repaid for calling me a whore, you see it in her eyes but you know better than to say anything, she’s afraid, as she stares at me she walks over to your tables and sits, I walk over to her and I say undress slut, as I. And I know you aren't, and now I'm stuck and I just don't know what to do. I know you don't like office romance, but...but for this weekend could you take me down to the shore for the family reunion and just pretend? You...I'll make sure you get with my friend Cheryl." She says her face the color of a tomato.I just sat there for a good five seconds, "So...so you want me to pretend that I'm your boyfriend? What's the big deal though? So you're single..." I'm twenty seven.." Twenty seven? What? I. M: Like it wouldn’t be weird enough as it is, right? HahaG: Lol! Exactly!G: What I mean is, could you do something like that and not tell anybody? Could you act normal to me around Ingrid and Barney?Barney was her husband. Obviously these names have been changed for protection. I’m going to spare more of the conversation, as you’d most likely find it boring. I personally obsessed over almost every word of it in the weeks to follow, but it was 2 years ago, and my memory of every detail has faded.