"Though alarm bells were ringing in my head, I replied as calmly as I could, "Fine, will the living room be satisfactory?" In private," she rejoined."...There is no one else here," I told her, "And I don't expect anyone for at least a couple of hours."I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. I expected Monica to join me, but she sat on one of the recliners instead."I will talk and you will listen," she started.I nodded indicating that she should proceed."Until recently," she said, "My. "He just glared at her eyes and said with menace, "I will do no such thing you little ugly toad. I don't have anything to apologize for, you hurt me." Her face went red with hatred. She picked him up and carried him to his bed. She threw him down on it. She left and several minutes she came back and clipped bracelets on his legs and arms. She put something on the headboard. She pressed a button on a remote controller. The bracelets lit up and he felt a force restraining him. She said, "Those. ” She said as she turned to me after putting the key in the door and letting us in.She put her arms around my neck and began to move her mouth close to me.“Make believe I’m the best fucking girlfriend you’ve ever had and want to convince me to stay that way. In the morning I’ll bring you home and you won’t have to do a thing, no phone call, no flowers, just enjoy your happy dick and the picture in your mind you want to keep of my body that you always stare at. Will it ever happen again? Depends. But the item itself, a dark green pendant on a gold chain, is beautiful. Enchanting. Marnie can't resist: she opens the plastic bag and tips the amulet onto the tabletop.She picks it up in her small hands and holds it closer to the light. Now it's possible to make out an inscription—is it Latin?—on the chain and the setting for the stone. The stone itself looks like an emerald, but it's not a particularly clear one. A trick of the light makes its murkiness seem to shift and roil.Marnie again.