I trust you won’t let anything happen to me.” Her eyes went to the ground.“Very good slut. Now let’s go get some pretty things for you to wear...”As they entered the boutique, they were greeted by a well-dressed young man. “Welcome to Play Pen Apparel. Can I help you find anything?” He said as he eyed Cass’s coat suspiciously. “We’ll just be looking for now. Is there somewhere she can try on some things?” Eric asked the man.“Of course. There are private dressing rooms in the back. You’re welcome. Finally, I looked up and stared at David.“OK, tell me what you’ve done,” I said with my best faux calm voice and facial expression.It was our children that had gotten us together. Mia and Mary Jane had taken Michelle and Amanda respectively to the same playgroup. Of course, they knew each other. Mia and Mary Jane’s husband, Charlie were second cousins. Mia had been at their wedding, but surprisingly, MJ and Charlie had not been at ours (though ours was a very small affair, mostly just her side,. I aimed the unloaded gun at one of the stuffed heads on the wall and made a shooting noise. The sound of my reliable shotgun exploding was the last noise any of them ever heard. I had many trophy specimens on my walls, all of them foul and wicked creatures that plagued our society. None were so foul, however, as the Anonymous Trolls. I looked at their stuffed heads at that moment. There was the Haphazard Troll, known for his butchering of the English language and nonsensical ramblings. A. . Manuel]Manuel heard Carlos' anger coming through loud and clear, but save for hisname, it was just sound to him, the arrangement of those sounds intorecognizable meaning had been lost to him. It was just sound."I'm sorry, (sniffle) I don't understand," Manuel half sobbed out hisworthless apology.Carlos forced himself to check his building anger, it would do no good toget angry at this girl that Manuel had put up to this. He tersely clippedhis reply. "Please...give the phone back to.