Mark said, “Alright, Christine. That was a nice warm-up. Now I’m going to let you experience three implements, so you can get a little taste of th...m. And then I’m going to give you a proper spanking, as if you were being punished. Are you ready for that?” Christine just nodded. Mark stood up and said, “First, I want you to lay down on the bed. But first, take the pillows and make a stack. I want the pillows under your hips to elevate your bottom.” Christine walked to the side of the bed,. You think you can remember any traumatic events in the dreams—that maybe would interpret the real world of you dying”? I sit and think for a moment, then taking a swig of my beer, softly respond, “Ya—I think so”.I described that prolly Maurice being killed in the final game of my Senior year in football, that's prolly when I died in my dreams. Everyone shook their heads agreeing that it sounded logical. The next time—was one night in Dallas when I got beat up—it was pretty bad.Again, they all. She needed him in her corner. He was worried. Cyn could not come see him unless she was released. He prayed that they would set bail, but feared that with the hype surrounding this case, it might not happen. Marvin and Nick had to go, but Camirra returned. Both grandfathers greeted her, and soon left leaving her alone with her Dad. He squeezed his daughter’s hand. ‘Sweetheart is there anything new on the case against Cynthia?’ He asked. Camirra shook her head, ‘No, daddy, not yet. Rory said. Even in this place I am attracting a lot of attention but, again, Mr. R is clearing a path and Anthony is a deterrent that nobody tries messing with.Mr. R only walks a few blocks and again crosses the street to a club. I gaze at the building we are clearly headed for. A gust of wind comes down this street and again my blouse is blown behind me, but my eyes are focused on the neon sign ahead, not the people around us watching me. Because ahead is a neon banana above the door to the club. The.