The Ludington Animal Control paddy wagon pulled to a stop. The uniformed driver leaned out the window.“Is that your cat?”“He is now,” Tyche sa...id.“Get him registered, tagged and shot ... by Monday at 4:30 or I’ll have to Pound him.”“Where do I do that?”“Animal Shelter.”“Where?”“Airport.”“That’s a big cat ... a Bengal, I think.” He rolled up his window and drove off.“Daddy?”“Yes, Tyche?”“Buy a car,” she said.“What kind?”“Don’t care ... something big ... there are a lot of us.”All the auto dealers. Just as I started to nod off, Jill came out in a sexy string bikini, in a way too perky loud voice( sure it was normal volume just amplified by hangover) Hey, sunshine! I didn't expect to see you here..what happened? so i told her what had happened up to the part where she had to go so she didn't miss her ride. Jill who had been sitting on the side of the lounge chair facing me said Awww that sucks I feel bad I wish there was something I could do after a few moments she said tell you what,. Its taste was hard to describe, a little salty with a weird, almost metallic aftertaste. Not unpleasant but not delightful either. I was to discover over the years, it was an acquired taste. One that depended on the moment and level of desire.Looking back, we were so close it was scary. From that day until the day he died he was all I wanted. I can still feel his unshaven skin on my face as he kissed me. That dreamy look in his eyes when he wanted me. I could never refuse him. I’d count. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I can see their faces, feel the pain…’ She looked up, hands still gripping his arms. ‘I can still feel the wounds.’ She looked down at the scar on her arm. ‘I can tell you the story behind each of these scars,’ she mumbled. Brandon shook his head. ‘Please don’t do this to yourself,’ he whispered. ‘They did this to me!’ She cried, letting go of him. ‘Those people! My parents! They did this to me. They ruined me. What was my fault? Tell me!’ ‘Izzi—’ He reached for.