What is he doing?? "No! Let GO!", I screamed as I realized what was happening. Now they're both laughing as Joe tightened a zip tie around my wrists. ...Chris's face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth from his breath. His nose lightly grazed the side of my face. "Mmmmm ... this is going to be... fuunnn..."Not if I can help it! "NOOO! HEL--"Still behind me, Joe slapped his hand tightly over my mouth mid scream. Chris let go of my hair and stepped back. The glint of Joe's knife in his. What more could possibly be expected of him? He didn't say that; it's how I interpreted his silence.I'd had time to think about how to position it and decided I needed to be forceful if he had no interest in reason and cooperation. I decided on my bottom line and was willing to threaten the ultimate sanction - cancel his wedding and hold our own elopement with the Goldberg family. I didn't know how I felt about having to exercise it and hoped I would not have to find out.I had asked Mom to get. He reached over and shook her hand. His hand was dry, his grip firm, and she thought she felt a tremble. She didn’t know if it was fatigue or nervousness. ‘I’m your new housekeeper?’ she said, trying to jog his memory. ‘Housekeeper?’ He seemed lost. His voice and expression told her this didn’t ring a bell. She nodded. ‘Mr. Hollister said you need someone to take care of you for awhile.’ ‘He did?’ ‘He did.’ ‘Then does that mean you’re going to go out and get some milk? For my tea?’ She smiled.. “What about that girl from church? I mean, after we, you know?”“She’ll be a friend, just as she is now.”“Like Jocelyn?”“Jocelyn is a pretty special friend,” I said. “But sure, something like that.”“And she’ll know I’m your steady girl?”“Yes, of course.”“Good. Will you kiss me again before you take me home?”“Absolutely!”August 8, 1981, West Monroe, Ohio“What are you doing here?” I asked.I’d just arrived home from karate practice on Saturday when Jocelyn came to the door of the house.“I have some.