Or sath me ek hath se muthh marne laga. or uske hath ko ragadte, masalte hue main bed pr hi muthh maar k so gya. Next day I was waiting for her respon...se, fir se wahi. It was quite normal. (sahi me main nhi samajh paya aaj tak behno ko, ki wo itna sab kuch ho jane k baad normal behave kaise kr leti hai. Iska reason jaha tak mai samjhta hu shayad wo nhi chahti k bina baat k ghar me koi tension create ho). Wo bilkul normal thi. Aaj mujhe koi guilty feeling bhi nhi thi, kyunki ab mai soch raha tha. Sarah probably knows more about me than I do about her. I do know that she is beautiful. I know she does some dumb things sometimes, but also doesn't mind going about to correct them, either. The people here in town say she is richer than God. That is good and I'm glad, but that is her business and not mine. Money gives a person certain advantages that others might not have."If Sarah and I should happen to become more than friends and I couldn't provide her some luxury that she wanted, I would. Of course, I was not hurt because I was still in the Multiman persona, but it was the principle of the thing. The shooter had given me no chance to explain myself, much less defend myself. As the saying goes, them were fighting words!The assailant was a man in his 30s and dressed in normal clothes—no uniform or other means of identification. He had shot me with a Beretta 9mm automatic such as one could buy at a gun shop. I didn’t know who he was, but I did figure that he was a danger to. It was during breakfast that I got the first real insight into how big my film debut was. I was stood at the buffet counter when I felt a tug at my jacket.When I looked down there was a young boy of about nine, accompanied by a slightly smaller girl, maybe a couple of years younger, and just behind them two adults who I assumed were their parents.“Pardonnez moi, monsieur,” the boy said, “etes vous Greg Paradise?”I remembered enough of my abandoned schoolboy French to realise that he was asking.