Christine had grown tired of seekingsexual relief from her fingers during the last week and had definiteplans for some loving when they returned home ...ater that night. She wassmiling at her husband as she stepped down from the bottom step.Paul encircled Christine's small waist as he bent over to kiss her sweetluscious red lips. He loved the way she looked in her new cocktaildress. It was made of a black velvet material that hugged her curves inall the right places. It had spaghetti shoulder. " I tried," I said, growing increasingly angry with her. "YOU. WEREN'T.LISTENING."By this point I could tell we were making a scene - okay, we were makinga BIGGER scene than the one we'd just made about 30 seconds ago - butMonica clearly didn't care."No," she said, jabbing her finger into my chest. "You. Weren't.Listening. TO ME."She then took her finger out my chest and pointed it back towards Mark,who had gotten up from his chair and was starting to walk toward us."He is wrong for you, he. Charles aimed his gun at one of the thugs and pulled the trigger separating the mans torso from his legs. The last thug screamed in terror as he saw Charles walk towards him with an evil smile on his face, he pushed the half of a man off him and shot at Charles, every time he shot Charles suddenly appeared the side of where he shot. When he heard the click click click from his gun the man drew a pistol and shot himself in the ear. His brains went flying out the other side bathing the floor with. You don't appear to have any brain damage, and we have been closely monitoring your brain activity this whole time. These are your nurses," he turns and indicates each with his hand as he names them, "Paisley, Cindy, Bailee. They have been caring for you for the past ... four or five days?" They nod in agreement, except for Cindy, who clears her throat and says, "I've been taking care of Michael for a little over six days." Cindy is blonde, with straighter and shorter hair than Paisley, and the.