Her eyes focused on his. They were blue, brilliant blue, a blue so bright and deep it was like looking into a deep pool of water. "Where am I?" she as...ed faintly. "Who are you?" Her eyes filled with something he recognized immediately. "It hurts! Everything hurts!" My name is Doctor Fisk. You were injured in an ... accident. You're in my surgery. What's your name, miss?" I'm ... I'm..." her eyes went out of focus, as if she were concentrating on something inside her head. "I don't know who I. She started reading a story about a young girl finding herself in a situation where someone she knew was blackmailing her into doing things and it really got her thinking. What if someone was blackmailing her, holding her accountable to all her deepest darkest desires? She thought long and hard about that as she bought herself off for the second time tonight. When she had calmed down a little she really did start to think of the reality of this, was it really possible, could it really work? If. He cheated me few times even then. And what have I got? You know. From country house in Arizona, I got ranch here. But, show goes on, ha?-Her eyes gone narrow and I guess she got mad, I saw her joints on hands became white, she got reddish cheeks.-I cannot believe, son of a bitch-I addedFew moments we just stared into nowhere, and I was really surprised with everything she said. I did not know what to say. And I started with the most stupid joke I know: The drunken man went to bar and order. ‘Go ahead . . .’ The raspy words startled her. Had he read her thoughts? Or did he know enough about the winters up in the mountains to realize the risks? Nervous about being alone with a stranger all of a sudden, she didn’t move. ‘Don’t be scared.’ The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. This man, this weary stranger, needed her help. Maggie felt a calm come over her before reaching for his belt. ‘I have dinner on—stew, with some biscuits. When we get you warmed up, I think.