We have a deal." Very good." I tell him. From my pocket, I pull out the mystic amulet that I'd purchased only this morning in preparation for this me...eting. Following the instructions that the old man had given me, I handed itto Frank. "Put it on." Mere moments after donning it, the police, weapons drawn, enter the bar."Don't anybody move." said one.I froze.Frank slowly raised his hands."This isn't Frank Morgan." said the disappointed officer who'd slowly walked over to our table, while. About YOU and about getting you through this.” “Through what?” Timmy piped up. “Mom’s a little upset cause you were born retarded.” I smiled at my little brother. “Kiss my ass.” Timmy scowled. “Timmy…” Mom scolded in return. “Well…I’m not retarded.” “Just slow.” I assured him with a grin. “Faster than you.” He says and pushes me off my chair and takes off towards the waves, Rascal right behind him. “You little…” I took off after him with Mom yelling to me not to hurt him. Well, Mom and. Every forward thrust of mine was met with one of hers, her lips were drawn back exposing her perfect teeth, she used her long finger nails on my back, ripping and scratching and all the time our eyes were locked on each others."I've waited six long months for this" she gasped, "I want it rough"Pulling out, I looked into her eyes, then without any warning, I thrust myself forward savagely, she screamed and bit my neck so I did it again, this time I felt her ankles locking behind my back as she. God! Do they really think some old git is more important than knowledge? No, no, I’m sorry, that sounds awful. I can’t get back. Look, there are keys in my drawer. There is a room at the back. Those books MUST be moved upstairs. Please, try. Thank you, thank you. But ... stay safe. Oh, the chocolate machine in the foyer. Horrible thing, chocolate on the books, stupid. Anyway, take what you want. I’ll make it okay. You may be stuck for a while”Marianne did a good job of reassuring her and then.