"Okay, I fucked up. Is that what you want to hear?" she meandered on. "I keep fucking up. It's what I do. Maybe you never should've told me you love m...e, 'cuz obviously I'm just fucking that up, too."The still calm of his position in the worn chair didn't begin to convey the flash in his mind of bolting to his feet and whipping his drink, seeing her jump in fear as a glittering shower of broken glass shattered whatever thread remained between them. The stronger part of him wanted to touch her,. I feel my legs are pushed up and spread open at the knee. Oddly, I'm not concerned with being opened to the world. Straps are put over my thighs and somehow tied to the table. How this was done I've no clue for I couldn't see. My ankles were then strapped as well. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should be deeply concerned about this. Yet the colors were pretty before my closed eyes. Was that a touch of yellow? The noises faded away and I drifted off to sleep.Something woke me. What?. Take Kenny with you, and take his new car. Hurry up too, because I'm afraid she's going to attempt something stupid. You know how emotional she gets." Bertie, think about this, before you have me go traipsing off to bring her closer to Bunny. Suppose she wants to try it again?" Thomas, if you won't go, I'll go get them myself. She needs to be around people who care for her now. She's hurt and confused. This has been a terrible time for her. First Walt, and now this situation with Bunny and. I knew she was on campus on Thursday evenings for the upcoming double block, and I also knew that she often neglected to lock her office.I pushed the door open partially and slipped in. Empty. There was a standing lamp in the corner, and just as the door at the top of the stairs opened behind me, I briefly flicked it on and off. In about ten seconds, he entered the office. I was already kneeling on the floor in front of the desk. He took two tentative steps forward. My outstretched hand caught.