I had needed Dad’s help to fight them out of the doors, but once the seats were out, they had been sent off to an upholsterer to have the leather re...placed. I had decided against going for the cream color as before, seeing how much dirt was ingrained in the present seats already. A brown leather seemed a much more sensible color to me.Pulling the headliner out took ages, getting it out without damaging the rest of the interior was difficult, but I managed it in the end with Dad’s help. That. "It could be a temporary malfunction from when she was shot. Given time, her true personality may reinstate itself and she'll come back to us." If she comes back here, I'll reformat the bitch myself," Henderson snapped.Emily stood facing one of Huxley's team, a man called Bartlett who was a specialist in hand-to-hand combat. They were both dressed in baggy coveralls and sweating from their exertions as they sparred on the training mat. A ring of onlookers observed with interest as Bartlett. It was difficult for the Prince to keep himself awake. He felt his mind drifting off at times forgetting where and who he was. He wasn’t sure who he was now, there were images in his mind that felt like those of a stranger. He could not understand where they came from as he was sure in this moment that they could not have come from his own life. None of those things could exist in a world where pain and agony were the only constants. Sometimes he felt as though he could hear someone calling his. When I got back in, she said it was her turn. She opened her door, sat down on the door sill, and proceeded to pee on the pavement. She was wearing a skirt that night, but I hadn't seen any panties, so just for the hell of it, I asked her if she was wearing underwear. She said, “Of course not. You know I don't use 'em”. I didn't react, on purpose. What I did was to ask her if I could take a look at her pistol. She said sure, pulled up her skirt and pulled the pistol out of her bellyband.