It was Pierre. Hesounds like a real piece of work." Then she started singing in Ojibwe,The Funeral Song. After a few seconds Helen joined in, then Ben...andWayne added their deeper voices to the song that the peopletraditionally sang to send a loved one to the next world.As they sang, Marilyn's sobs slowly diminished, and near the end of thesong she joined in singing as well. Finally the song faded off acrossthe river, and she smiled tentatively. "I feel better now. That wastearing me up inside. Armitage sighed behind me. "I'm afraid I must depart for now, Detective.Otto, please feel free to continue. I only ask that you draw it out. And donot remove his identity until I return. I want to see him broken before thatfinal switch is flipped." As you wish."Flashing me a smile promising plenty of pain, anguish, and misery, Armitagevanished. One moment there, the next gone.I whirled around back to Zimmer, holding up both hands. "Please," I said,trying not to sound like I was begging. "Don't. His hand is knotted in her hair as He pumps her head on His cock, leading her with His hands, driving her face into His crotch as He thrusts against her. ?That’s it My little bitch, mmmmm that’s good, you fucking little whore, suck My cock, take it all? His cock gets bigger and His head swells in her throat, then He pulls Himself out of her mouth and shoots His hot sticky cum over her face ?take it bitch! Take what I give you?, she feels it dripping down her cheeks, mixing with her. My parents were going to be surprised, all right, surprised at having to get me out of jail for trying to come home. I turned around and faced the wall and put my hands on the door frame, just like on the cop shows on television. The fat cop started frisking me, then he jerked my hands back behind me painfully and put handcuffs on me tightly. Then he grabbed my right arm and twisted me around to face him. He was smiling now. “Officer...” I read his nametag. “ ... Dubois, you’ve made a mistake,”.