The swelling just squished out sideways so he spread his hands slightly and swung his full weight behind them. She threw her head back and uttered a ...strange high pitched scream, as she lifted and spread her knees almost hitting him in the face a second before he felt his hands sink deep into her belly and a revolting glutinous brown mess was squirted down the wall between her legs.Dai sank to his knees still staring up at her with tears forming in his eyes. She was still and her eyes were. He spent most of the meeting refusing to speak English, though he had attended Stanford, and dropping veiled insults to her gender. She let her anger get the best of her when he demanded water. There was a pitcher right in front of him and he expected her to pour it. He didn’t expect it any more. He left in a huff without his glass of water. She had been teetering on resigning for weeks. Leave the world to its own devices and concentrate on her own damaged life. Her marriage had suffered. A common adulterous slut," Janet chided her. "Obviously I will have you fired but it would only be right to let your husband know what you've been up to. That his wife is a common trollop that's been fucking my husband." No, please don't Mrs. Stephens," Carrie was crying. "Please don't do that!" Don't do what?" Janet's voice shot back still out of sight of the camera. "Fire you or tell your husband?"Carrie looked up. She almost appeared to be looking right into the camera. Tears rolling down. When she reached the corner, she turned abruptly into the side street and vanished in the fog."Should we call the police?" I said.Brian already had his cell out."I'm not getting a signal," he said."That's weird. There's an antenna on the church steeple." Nothing. It's dead." We can call from my house." She'll be long gone by then. I'd hate to bring the cops in and find out she was just fooling around with some guy and dropped her shirt somewhere." She looked scared." Or embarrassed. Nobody's.