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Suzana did remember a time, only once, when she had seen him constrained to violence. It had been a defining moment in their lives. A group of them, her friends not his, had been hanging out in a parking lot waiting for a movie to begin. There had been ten of them, five guys with their girlfriends. They had milled about in the florescent lighting. He had taken her aside simply to talk, which with him had always been reason enough for her. Shouts rang out and they had turned to see another gr...

   Yes, Lady… I might have been wrong. ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t begin to excuse it, so I’ll not say it. But let me try to put it into terms you might understand, maybe then you will be able to relate.   Last night was one of those times when the tension in your body is so great that it is physically discomforting. You notice your hands; you hate them. The life blasting through the veins cannot be denied. It thunders along with the controlled fury...

  you hum  Last night was one of those times when the tension in your body is so great as to become physically discomforting. you notice your hands; you hate them. The life in them blasting through the veins cannot be denied. It thunders along with the controlled fury of a freight train trapped in its course, raging against the bonds that constrain it… indignant and disrespectful in action. Yes, the blood in you jeers and ridicules so that the fingers become super-heated...

 Shiny It was 3 pm, 3 hours before hubby got home, 3 minutes afterward he would be drinking; again. 3 times the phone rang, 3 seconds it took to answer and then 3 words were half shouted in excl.. "Oh, hey Hoot!" words sounded in her ear. "Yeah, yeah, um… no, I'm doing great, Hoot. How've you been?" "Really, you're getting married. Well doesn't that kick shit. Ha, I never thought you'd ever commit to anyone, really. Who's the lucky girl?" "The TV...

"It's such a lovely gun," the man said. He gripped it tightly, finger pressure-white on the trigger. He knew how to point it for maximum psychological affect. When they screamed he hushed them by burying it in their temples. When they fought he struck them with the gun. All so he could get what he wanted; something not his. It was oh, so sweet. He loved every second of it. He stood in their doorways marveling. Then there was the one time out of many he got caught; the kind of caugh...