”“No you didn’t. You just didn’t stand up for her.” Chicogave a deep sigh. “I didn’t either.”“That’s no excuse. HellChico, a woman...was being murdered, and we didn’t do shit. We both have a lot to answer for.”“Me too,” whispered Brandi. “This past month, so much of it was a nightmare.”Toro glanced at Brandi and nodded and then continued, “If I can get back to feeling human again...” He paused for a long moment. “If I could get back to that, I wouldn’t mind giving up my pistol.” Another pause,. Yet another part of him died as he spread his legs to give theclass a better view.***She had thought it couldn't get any better, any more exciting, but sherealised that him knowing who was doing this, knowing that he had nopower to stop it, made it a million times better for her. "Oh, and Iknow you've been getting off on what's happened to you. I know becauseI made you feel that way. But it feels real, doesn't it? Don't you justwant me to break you in front of everyone, to ruin you just so you. That didn't sound bad. Anything was better than dancing.Angie dragged him away from the lighted yard to the stables. They stopped at one of the stalls. A horse stuck its head out and Angie patted its nose."This is Molly," she said. "She's a very good horse." Hi, Molly," Ethan said, and stroked her nose.He felt much more at ease being away from all those other people and not having to dance. Molly encouraged him to pet her more and Ethan liked it. He finally started to relax. He turned to Angie. There seemed to be no question that Mariko was having a pretty tremendous orgasm, or series thereof. She was visibly relaxed afterward. The tears were starting to ebb. ‘Does it feel good to come, after so long?’ I asked. Mariko sniffled. Her nose was stuffed up from crying. I handed her a napkin. There was a brief exchange of words in Japanese. ‘She says it does,’ Rie replied for Mariko. Rie smiled her impervious smile. I wondered what she might be feeling as I picked up her button, and.