As if I had any other choice but to turn around and face the direction she was pulling from.I then thought that if I didn’t look up at her it would ...not be as damn bad as I was feeling at that precise moment in time. As if she could read my mind she tugged on the leash and stated ?Get on your fucking knees right now? In total defiance I looked her straight in the eyes thinking that I had some male dominance over her and I would not listen or comply with any direction she tried to give me, this. I know when things're wrong." Baby, you should let adults work these things out," I said. That's seldom the correct response for Terri."Kids can't love?" she asked. "Love always helps."Susan put her arm around Terri and looked at me. "Terri should stay. I won't cry if Terri's here." I hope it's not because you don't want to cry in front of a little kid," Terri said."No, sweetie," Susan said, her fingers brushing Terri's equally blonde head. "It's because my Terri is part of my strength." She. He had advanced at first, but stopped at the sight of this display of force."Are you come to fetch me?" asked he."Yes," replied a gendarme."By the orders of the deputy procureur?" I believe so." The conviction that they came from M. de Villefort relieved all Dantes' apprehensions; he advanced calmly, and placed himself in the centre of the escort. A carriage waited at the door, the coachman was on the box, and a police officer sat beside him."Is this carriage for me?" said Dantes."It is for. If it wasn't for Adam stepping with me to keep me steady I'd have toppled into the lap of the man whom I found myself facing. People milled around us, pressing, shoving, settling into the cramped train. The driver made a tinny, mumbled announcement and those that deciphered it shuffled more before the buzzer sounded and the doors promptly rolled shut. Over the seated man's shoulder I could just make out the station name as the Metro rumbled forward: Charles de Gaulle - Étoile.As the train was.