’ The memory of the hoarse whisper and the nearly bruising grip on her arm still frightened her. ‘I doubt there would be anything you could do tha...t wouldn’t make it hurt any less.’ Leif sighed. ‘I apologize for having you follow me into that room. You should have stayed outside.’ His hand rested on her arm as it shook in fear, gently trying to clean him. ‘They didn’t hurt me.’ -They didn’t even realize I had followed you dutifully until they circled us in the dungeons.- It was the truth,. It was late, around 11:30. She was online, again. She didn’t realize it at first but she started thinking about him. She thought about him when he came into the drug store. She liked that he came in and they talked. It was cute. She’d began thinking about him much more then she ever realized. She smiled. This, seeing him often, had become a pure pleasure for her. Seeing the adorable 24 year old Fr. Dennis, she started telling herself, on the days he’d come to the store was fun. It was neat. She. " She surprised me again? Was I not the intruder, the crook, the thief? It was obvious she did not fear me. "My name is Cheryl-Anne," she stood awkwardly since her skirt hindered the movement, "please come in and sit down." She motioned towards a large comfortable couch. I was struck silent, but followed mutely her commands. I sat looking into her pretty face, and saw her smile. A happy, honest and earnest smile, filled with trust and something else? From my seat I could smell her perfume, I. Again it was Sam Johnson. Although she was starting to shake, she managed a grin. "For Heaven's sake, Johnson, don't you ever go home? And what did I do this time?"He looked her over and whistled softly. "Sandy, I'm afraid you're going to need a new blouse. And maybe we better get you to a hospital. I think he nicked your back with his blade."Sandy glanced at the body lying on the ground and quickly turned her head away. Magnum bullets had torn the assailant to shreds. "Sam Johnson, we will do.