"I see you've heard about me and Sandy." I can think of two interrogatives that I want to stuff down your throat." 'How and When'?" Actually 'How' and... 'Why' came to mind first." Well, to be honest..." which he wasn't completely, "I made a deal with her to help her with some errands. She kind of had a cross between a meltdown and an epiphany about her life. Sandra had just gotten out of an abusive relationship and she realized that she'd rather date a nice smart guy..." Then why's she dating. But we both smiled politely and motored off waving to the applause of the crowd. ‘I’m sorry, Greg,’ she said sorrowfully as we parked the Caddy in the winner’s circle. ‘I guess I should have told you right off.’ ‘Well, yeah,’ I remarked coldly. ‘That would have helped.’ ‘So you have a problem with my, uh, my situation?’ she asked. ‘Allie. Dear sweet, Allie,’ I said. ‘You’re a married woman. I have a thing about that. A big thing. Right or wrong, you belong with him. My marriage ended in divorce. .. the way you phrase yourself, forsaking a safe and long path of kinetic energy for attribute energy, forsaking your current path for something new and unknown...” Grerown restrained the stutter but his tone was aggrieved, envious to the point cynicism. “We agreed to stop the jokes, so please don’t kid with us. Should you forsake attribute energy, a path it is said is prerequisite to Immortality, what do you expect to find?”Grerown addressed Zax as he would a blood related brother, and he. Later, in pure agony, I was just continuously screaming for mercy like somesort of mantra although I knew only a faint suppressed noise was escaping thegag and the scream was only echoing around in my head. A few times, almostas if she sensed the word I was trying to form from the constant, faint, mutedsqueals escaping from my gag, she'd observe in an amused tone, "Are youtrying to trying to beg for mercy again?" She'd walk around behind me, "Mercyisn't a part of the information I'm.