"Now why do you suppose I thought Ms. Kramer would sooner or later come around to that one?" Bobbie said aloud but in a tone of voice she might use in...talking to herself. "Maybe it's because our classroom is on the thirty-eighth floor of a downtown office building. Oh, well..." With that she smiled acidly at Kramer, reached below the table and pulled out a large packing box.Before the day of the trial but after learning which courtroom would be used, Bobbie had come down to the courthouse and. Six miserable days I’ve been here, in my dead dad’s vacation cabin in the mountains, sucking my own tit and talking to Daddy’s ghost who probably isn’t even here and wouldn’t give much of a shit if he were. If it were. Whatever, do ghosts still have genders?I can’t eat. Can’t sleep much either, and every time I do my dreams replay the whole fucking mess.Why did I go to law school? God, I wish I hadn’t, Sometimes I wish I hadn’t even been born. Or maybe I could have been born stupid, or studied. She jumped and immediately regretted the reaction. She didn’t even have time to brace herself for the rapid succession of paddles that he inflicted on her, and the barrage was simply too much. Her stoicism crumbled and like tumbling dominoes she started to break down. Her previously silent tears became gasping sobs, punctuated by barely intelligible pleas for mercy. Her mind raced as she knew that each infraction was being recorded and would be dealt with, she simply had lost control and could. The other is for you to scream a lot and suffer and then talk. It's your choice. If you want to talk, nod your head."Harry wasn't smart. He shook his head to say no. Miranda grinned. She then staked him on his back with his legs spread out, his hands tied under him, and his gag still tight. She pulled out her knife which was almost as long as mine and began to cut off his pants. "Mason, do you have an extra wagon spoke?" Mason looked startled but nodded. "Good. Get it." Harry began to look.