Hey everyone, happy Sunday.

THANK YOU for the reviews. Sorry that I didn't get a chance to respond to them personally. It's been a rough weekend. I'm trying to get in the habit of doing that though. But really, I am thankful for all your wonderful comments, your PM's, and the alerts that this story has been given.

So this chapter was written throughout this past week when I was not at my best. I think it turned out quite dark because of that, but in the end, I like where it took me, and it's important to the story I have planned.

On that note, Charlaine Harris owns the characters and whatnot.

And the same for Lewis Carroll for the chapter title and poem verse below.

ATTENTION!

This chapter is RATED M due to violence and scenes of a strong sexual nature. If you don't want to read that kind of stuff, stop after Eric's POV (yeah, I added a small piece of Eric here)

You have been warned.

More next Monday 06/27 (I'm having a party next Sunday for True Blood, so I won't have time to post next weekend.)

Snoogans and Snoochie Booches.


And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!


It was my last night working at the club. I was sad that I would be spending it without Eric or Pam, but they were busy settling up things with Chow, who was now a partner with them, buying out Long Shadow's piece of the business.

Even though I was lonely, I would have preferred that to what I saw coming towards me.

"Sookie. I've missed you." Bill said as he came to my side at the bar, kissing my cheek. I put on my best fake smile I could muster.

"Hey Bill. Missed you to." I said, then took the last sip of my gin and tonic. I couldn't wait to tell him that I was leaving.

Bill took a seat at an empty bar stool next to me, and the small and very intimidating female vampire who was running the bar in Chow's absence wordlessly brought Bill a True Blood. He took a drink and then focused back on me. "I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow."

Oh great. Well, I guess I could make the plans, and then cancel, right? Just call him and tell him I'm leaving? "Sure. What time you want to pick me up?"

We made our plans, and then made small talk, which I could tell that he hated, which just spurred me on further. I held on to that small talk though for as long as I could. And when it was wavering, and Bill was giving me that look that he does when he wants to dance, I dug deep to feel as distressed as I could. It was my little secret weapon that I had discovered. Well, I didn't actually discover it, but I figured it out a few days ago. I feel upset or sad or in this case, distressed, and Eric comes to check on me. I wasn't trying to abuse it though. But when I discovered that I could do it all on my own, call to him so to speak, like that without actually really feeling that emotion, I figured it would come in handy. And I wasn't about to tell him what I was doing either. I didn't want him to decide to not come when I really did need him because he thought I was crying wolf.

And sure enough, just a minute of that, and Eric came a walking down the hall from his office, his eyes quickly scanning the club for me, and when they found me, I watched him roll his eyes, and come to my side.

He played it cool, realizing, or so he thought, the reason for my distress. "Compton. Here again?" Eric sounded absolutely bored. It was great.

"Sheriff." Bill said, the annoyance spilling off him. I fought to hold back a laugh.

"Sookie, can I please see you in my office?" Eric said, and then walked away, back towards the hall. Crud, was I caught?

"Excuse me." I said to Bill, and scurried after Eric. I followed him into his office, and shut the door behind me. Pam was sitting behind his desk, and Chow was standing over her shoulder. Both of them concentrating on whatever she was showing him on the computer.

"Sookie." Pam greeted, but never raising her eyes from the screen.

"Pam." I smiled.

"Was Compton bothering you?" Eric asked, caressing my cheek. He had gotten very touchy-feely with me the last few days. There had been a shift with us since the night that he took me to see Jason and go to my Gran's house. As far as I was concerned, it was a shift for the better. For my better, because he was acting like the Eric that I thought he could be, and treating me like I knew he could, but he had said he couldn't. This was exactly what I needed to prove my case to him the next time he tried to tell me he couldn't give me what I needed in a relationship.

"He always bothers me. I didn't mean to disturb you though, I'm sorry." I absentmindedly leaned my head into his hand. "I should get back out there." I sighed.

Eric nodded, and followed me out the door. But before I could walk back out to the club, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the back door. Well this was unexpected. He let the door shut before he spoke. "It's just for tonight. After that, you won't have to see him again."

"I know. He asked me out tomorrow after work here. I told him that was fine." I smiled. "I'm looking forward to canceling."

Eric leaned in and smelled me. He didn't get close enough to tickle me like he did sometimes when he did that, but I giggled anyway. "You smell like him." he growled.

"You coming over tonight after you get out of here?" Eric had been spending every night with me since the Jason/Gran incident. It had only been four nights, but it was four wonderful nights. I enjoyed talking to him alone in my apartment. And I enjoyed snuggling with him when I went to bed. I felt guilty like I was taking up his time. I was sure most of the time, he had something better he could be doing. But I wasn't about to ask, because I didn't want him to stop either.

It was part of my master plan, and I felt like it was working. He had told me that he wasn't capable of what I expected from him if he wanted me. But I was slowly proving him wrong.

"As much as I would like, tonight I cannot. There is still much to be settled before we leave." He pulled me to him and hugged me against him. I wrapped my arms around him, and we stood there like that. This was a much different Eric than the one that I had met almost two months ago. This was even a different Eric than the one from a week ago.

I evil laughed in my head. Muah ha ha!

"You're right. I need to get some stuff packed and sorted anyway." I smiled up at him and he released me. "I guess it's time to go back in." I took a deep breath, and we both headed to the door.

I spent the rest of the night at the club with Bill practically hanging off me. I suspect that he wasn't happy about me smelling like Eric, but oh well. I just didn't care.

When the club closed, and he was talking his leave, Bill pulled me to him, and kissed me again, but this time, on the lips. It was all smushy and felt forced like it had the first time. He forced his tongue in my mouth, and I went with it for a few seconds before I pulled away. He couldn't really be enjoying this, could he? I was sure he could tell I wasn't, regardless of how hard I tried to fake it. I could have done a happy dance when he released me.

"Goodnight my dear. I shall see you tomorrow when you get off work." He kissed my forehead one more time, and hugged me to him. It was almost like he was trying to rub his scent all over me like Eric sometimes did if I had been around Bill. I was sure if they could pee, one of them would have marked me like that already.

"Night Bill. See you tomorrow." I smiled my best southern girl charm smile at him and gave him a little waive. Once Bill was out the door, I heard Pam behind me laughing.

"If I could still vomit, I think I would have just now." she said, and laughed a little more. I joined her.

"Well, I can vomit, and I can tell you that if I don't get some mouthwash soon, I'm going to." I wiped my mouth like a child would after they got a big slobbery kiss from a distant aunt or something. This only spurred Pam's and my laughter more.

When we both finally calmed down Pam asked if I was ready to leave tomorrow.

"Yeah, I've got a little packing to do either tonight or tomorrow when I get up. But not much. I'll be ready to leave when ya'll wake up." We started to make our way back to Eric's office to that I could retrieve my purse.

"I am glad that you chose to come with us." she said, and stopped me just before we got to the office door. "I can see why Eric is drawn to you. You are an extraordinary human."

I blushed. "Well gee, thanks Pam. You're pretty awesome for a vampire yourself."

Pam smiled at me, and we both went in to the office together. Chow was gone, and Eric was sitting behind his desk. He smiled at both of us when we came in. "Your car will be here shortly Sookie." He rose from behind his desk. "I want you to take a little more of my blood than usual tonight. I don't know that we will have the chance over the next few nights."

"That's fine." I said, and let Eric walk over to me, taking me in his arms so that my back was to him.

"Leave us." he said to Pam.

"See you tomorrow Sookie." she waived as she left.

I heard Eric bite into his wrist, and then bring it down to my lips. I took his wrist in my hands, and brought it the rest of the way to my mouth. I took two quick draws, and on the third, I slowed down and drew deep. It was a reaction to Eric, who was pulling me closer to him, and moaning into my neck. Out of no where, I moaned with him this time, which seemed to spur him on more.

The hand he had resting on my stomach when he had drawn me to him was now rubbing up and down stopping just short of my breasts when it moved up, and just short of my lady parts when it moved down. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, and I did something I had never done before. I responded to it. I wasn't sure if it was because of the blood, or the change that was happening to us over the last few days, but I wanted him then more than I had ever before.

I took another draw of his blood, and felt the wound closing. I released his wrist, but Eric didn't stop his movements, and I didn't stop mine. Now that his wrist was free, he brought it down to my stomach to join his other hand, which was now resting just under my breasts. "Yield to me." he half whispered, half growled into my neck.

I could only think of one response. I hope he understood what I meant by it. "Yield to me." I whispered back. He must have got what I meant, because he stopped what he was doing, and released me. I turned to face him. "That's what I thought." I said.

"I cannot give you what you ask." he was practically panting, but so was I.

"You can, and you will. When you're ready." I said, and Eric quirked an eyebrow. "And when you are ready, I'll be waiting."

I winked at him, turned my back to him, picked up my purse, and walked out of his office. I felt rather proud of myself then. I smiled to myself. I made my way out the back door, found the driver waiting with my ride home, and I left. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I turned to find Eric standing outside, leaning against the building, shaking his head.


EPOV

What had this woman done to me? Yield to her? I did not yield to a woman.

But I had been very close just then.

"She has you wrapped around her little finger." I heard Pam say as she joined me outside. We both watched the taillights to Sookie's car fade in the distance. "I like her, but she is dangerous to you. This must stop Eric. She will put us all in danger."

"You're speaking very candidly tonight. Are you sure that is wise?" I said.

Pam turned to me. "I didn't mean to offend Eric. I'm just concerned. We are on shaky ground as it is this last year. You need to appear in control in New Orleans. It won't look good if you're fawning over some human."

"I am not fawning over her."

Pam snorted. "I don't know what has gotten in to you. But you are different. I can feel it. I can see it."

Now it was my turn to snort. But I knew that Pam was right. I was chasing this girl around like a horny teenage boy. I did not chase a girl around. They came to me. They always had. I didn't have to try.

But I was drawn to her. "It's because she's had my blood. I am not used to a human having my blood in them. It will pass." I told Pam, but who was I fucking kidding. Perhaps it started because of the blood, but that was not why it continued.

Sookie was different. I had never met another creature like her. She was like a flame, and I was the moth.

And I needed to get it under control before we arrived in New Orleans, because Pam was right. With everything going on in our state, I could not appear weak in any way. It was already difficult keeping our independence as a state. I had to focus on the task at hand.

And when that was done, once things were settled for our state… I would have her.


SPOV

I woke up with the feeling of someone getting into bed with me. I was laying facing the window, and it was still dark. I smiled, because I hadn't been expecting Eric to come. He had said he couldn't, but after what had happened in his office, I was hoping that he would. Eric was above the covers, and he got all the way up behind me like he had the night before, and pulled me to him. In my sleepy haze, I smiled and folded my body into his like I had before, and he put an arm around me.

Only, he felt shorter for some reason, and he smelled different. "Eric?" I said as I turned over. "Holy shit!" I screamed when I saw it was Bill. He looked pissed. "What the hell?" I said, but in that instant, he pushed me over and covered my mouth with his hand.

"Calm down, Sookie. If you don't calm down, Eric will feel your fear, and he'll come here. If he comes, I'll kill you, do you understand?"

I could feel tears start to slide down my face. I closed my eyes and nodded that I understood. I was whimpering a little, but I was trying to reign in how scared I was. I didn't want to die. I just had to be calm. I had to. I would be alright if I stayed calm. Bill wouldn't kill me if I stayed calm, because he wanted me for Mississippi. I was no good to Mississippi if I was dead anyway, so I knew that if I stayed calm, I'd be alright for now.

Bill could see that I was calming down. "Good girl." He started to get up, but stopped. "I'm going to let you get up. If you try anything, you'll be sorry." I nodded, and he removed his hand from my mouth, and got up the rest of the way. I didn't move though at first. I watched Bill go over to my closet and open the doors. "Get up, pack a bag. We're leaving."

"You taking me to Mississippi?" I asked in a hushed voice. I wasn't sure I could speak any louder because all my energy was focused on staying calm.

I jumped when my cell phone rang, and Bill's head whipped around, and then an instant later he was at my nightstand, looking down at my phone. He picked it up and handed it to me. It was Eric calling. "Remember what I told you." he said as I took the phone from him.

"Hello?" I asked, cool as a freaking cucumber.

"You were scared." Eric said.

"Nightmare, that's all. I'm alright."

"I can come over if you wish." He said it so smooth. I could just see him smirking over the phone.

"No, I'm alright. Good night."

"Good night." Eric said, and Bill pulled the phone from me and ended the call before setting my phone back on the nightstand. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed, drug me around to my closet and practically threw me in it. I stumbled and fell to my knees.

"Get dressed." he said in a harsh tone, and I stood back up. Bill just stood there, and I could tell he wasn't about to give me any privacy. I took some jeans and the Fangtasia shirt that I had been given my first night outside the hospital. I turned my back to Bill as I changed.

I had my jeans and bra on when I felt Bill touch my side. I jerked away from his touch and he laughed. "You really are stunning. Perhaps I'll request an evening with you as my reward for bringing you to the King. It's been quite some time since I've had a virgin. Perhaps not since my wife."

I didn't even dignify him with a response. I just finished dressing and turned back to see him practically salivating. Gross.

"Let's go. Don't cause a scene or you know what happens. "

"You know this place has security cameras, right? When I don't show up, and he finds out I'm missing, he'll check them."

"Already taken care of. You think I'm that stupid?" he said as he pushed me out the front door.

"You're pissing off Eric Northman. So yeah, I think you are pretty stupid." I said as bubbly as I could. But it was stupid, because it earned me a knock to the back of my head, which sent me tumbling forward and onto my hands and knees. I sat up and put my hand to the back of my head. "Are you trying to make me upset so that Eric senses it? I thought you wanted me alive. You really are a dumb ass." I stood back up, and Bill looked more pissed than ever, but didn't hit me again. What an idiot.

We got down to the parking garage and Bill shoved me into his car. It was a black Mercedes with heavily tinted windows. He peeled out of the driveway and we headed towards the freeway. I knew we wouldn't be going to Mississippi tonight, because it was getting close to dawn.

I didn't ask thought, because once I saw the direction we were going, I knew. He was taking me back to his home in Bon Temps.

When he pulled up in front of his house, I spotted the grave yard that Jason and I used to play in across the way. My Gran's house was just past that. I sighed. I thought about making a break for it and running to Jason's. Regardless of how he felt about me, he couldn't deny at least trying to keep me safe until Eric came for me. I had to get free during the day. I had to, or I was going to end up in Mississippi, and I didn't want that.

Bill exited the car, and then came around to my door. He opened it, and grabbed my arm, dragging me out. I hardly kept my footing as he did it. When we got inside, I saw two men standing by a chair. One of them had rope in his hand.

Bill sat me down in the chair forcefully, and the two men got to work tying me up. Bill sent them outside when they were done, and he followed them. He was gone for a few minutes, and in that time, I tried to see if I could wiggle out of the restraints at all. Nope, not going anywhere anytime soon. I ceased my struggle when Bill walked back in.

"We leave at sundown." he said, and then left me alone in the room, and I had no clue where he went. I wish that I did thought, because if I got out of here during the day, I was going to stake him.

Dawn came, and I listened for the men outside. I could hear them still out there with my mind. There was one out the front door, and one out what I figured was the back. They were hard to read. It was mostly colors and flashes and smells and feelings, but nothing solid. I got that sometimes, but I didn't know why exactly. But I chalked it up to just being someone hard to read. Some were easier to read than others.

I started to see if I could wiggle and work my way out of the knot's. I didn't know what I would do once I was out, but at least I wouldn't be tied up anymore.

After about an hour struggling, I was still no further than I was when I started, but I wasn't giving up. I stopped thought when I heard one of the men coming in the house.

As soon as he was in the house, I started pleading with him. "Please, let me go. You can make it look like I escaped."

He just laughed and walked into what I assumed was the kitchen. He came back with a coke. "I can make it worth your while. I have money. My employer has lots of money. I know he'd pay you well if you let me go. More than whatever you're getting now."

"You're a pretty little thing, ain't you." he said, ignoring everything I had said. He walked over to me and put his hand on my right breast. I tensed up and moved as much as I could, which wasn't really much at all, trying to get him to get his hands off me. "Oh, feisty. I like it." He moved his hand to my other breast and squeezed. I was trying as hard as I could to stay calm. I really was, but it was getting to be quite difficult.

"Please." I whimpered. "Please just let me go." I felt a tear come down my cheek. I may not have been able to hear his thoughts clearly at all, but I understood the flavor of what I was getting from him now.

Then his phone rang, and he stopped what he was doing to answer it. "Yeah yeah, I'm on my way." He snapped his phone shut and reached down, cupping my vagina in his hand, rubbing just a little. "I'll be back for you later little lady." He released his grip and headed back out the front door.

I cried in earnest at that moment. I couldn't help it. I didn't care if Eric was alerted to my danger now. And I didn't care if Bill was going to kill me either. I didn't want to live if that piss poor excuse for a man came back and did what he was thinking about doing.

But then I fought to calm down. I wasn't going to give up this easily was I? Nope. So I fought like hell to get lose. Because I wasn't going to just let him get me, and I wasn't going to just let Bill take me to Mississippi. I at least had to try.

Seven hours and two very bloody and sore wrists later, I had a hand free. I used it to untie my other hand from the chair, and then I bent over and went to work on my legs. I gripped my wrists as gently as I could once I was free, and winced at the pain, and started to think of a way out.

Once I had it, I put my plan into action. I went to the kitchen and started searching. I found a cast iron skillet, and a steak knife. I went back to the living room, and stood by the door. I started to scream for help, hoping the man would come in to try to get me to shut up. I called and called until I heard him coming up the steps to the front of the house. I had put the knife in my back pocket, and now I was gripping the skillet by the handle with both hands. I had a death grip on that sucker.

He came in the door, and I had positioned myself so I would be behind it when it opened. As soon as he stepped in all the way, and I could see him, I raised the skillet over my head and managed to bash him on the side of his face just as he turned to me. He went down like a ton of bricks and I ran as fast as I could out the front door, dropping the skillet.

"You little bitch!" I heard him yell from the house. I couldn't believe he was still alive with how hard I had hit him, let alone conscious. But that didn't stop me. I just kept running, as fast as I could, towards the cemetery.

But I hadn't anticipated that he'd catch up, and pretty soon, he was right on my tail. What the hell? Was this guy super human or something? I felt a hand grab at my shoulder, but I slipped out of it, and tried to speed up. I grabbed for the knife that I had shoved in my back pocket. I was glad that I did, because in the next moment, he was grabbing for me again, and I spun around slashing it him. I managed to slice his chest, but it didn't matter because he screamed and grabbed at me again as I turned back around and this time he got me, and we both toppled over and he landed on top of me.

I had lost my footing so suddenly, I didn't have time to reach my hands out to brace myself, and I went face first into the grass, with the big lug landing on top of me. I scrambled almost right away to get lose, but it was no use with his weight on top of me. The knife went tumbling out of my hands and away from me.

I also realized that I had probably broken a rib when I landed, or when he landed on top of me. My chest was burning and throbbing with each breath that I took. Since it didn't look like I was going to be able to free myself from under him, I started to punch and kick at him as best I could in our awkward position. I had managed to roll over to my side so that I had somewhat of a shot at hitting him.

But the fact was, he was bigger and stronger than me, and soon, he had both my hands pinned down with one of his, and he was straddling me now.

He had turned me so that I was on my back, facing up at him. That thought he had had earlier came back. I started to cry.

"I'm sorry I hit you. Please, just let me go." I cried.

"Fuck you bitch." he said, and he used his free hand to unbutton my jeans. He reached a hand inside and I fought against him harder than I had before to try to get free. His fingers found my vagina and he rubbed his finger up and down it. It wasn't easy, since I had my legs clamped shut as tight as I could, but the fact was, he was overpowering me.

He stopped suddenly and removed his hand. He let go of my wrists, but grabbed behind my head, taking a fist full of hair, and he flipped me over so I was on my stomach. I tried again to crawl away, but he grabbed the top of my jeans and yanked them down.

He had a hold of me by my hair still, and I wasn't going anywhere.

Then I heard his belt clanking, and his jeans unzip. I heard him spit into his hand, and then his finger were back on me. I begged him to stop, I pleaded with him.

"Shut the fuck up bitch." he said, and I felt him rubbing himself against my entrance.

And then I heard a pop noise. "What the fuck?" I heard the man say, and then I felt him release me. I started to scramble away as fast as I could, pulling my underwear and pants back up as I did.

"Sookie wait!" I heard an unfamiliar female voice call. But I didn't stop. I kept on crawling until I got my footing back, and I started to stand. I didn't have much time, because I could see the sun starting to set. Bill would be awake soon. I had to get as much distance between me and him as I could. If I could get to Gran's house, I could break in, and he wouldn't be able to get in to get me.

"Sookie please!" I heard the voice call again. But I didn't turn, and I didn't stop. I just kept right on running.

And then I heard that popping noise again, and a woman appeared in front of me. She was there so suddenly, I didn't have time to stop myself, and I ran right in to her. Her arms were open, so I hit her chest, and she wrapped her arms around me, and then squeezed me to her and everything was drowned out by a bright gold light, just for a moment.

Then I was in my apartment, and the woman let me go. I collapsed on the ground, and everything went black.


My eyes fluttered open a few times and then shut again. I had seen Pam kneeling over me. "She's coming around." she said. I had a familiar, sweet metallic taste in my mouth. Eric must have given me some of his blood. But I was still sore.

"No." I groaned out. I forced my eyes open again. I grabbed on to Pam with every ounce of strength I had. I looked around and saw Eric standing over Pam, who had a shocked look on her face. Probably because I had grabbed her. I realized I was still on the floor where I had collapsed when the woman had brought me here. I was trying to process how that happened, but I couldn't. There was only one thing running over and over in my mind, and I felt tears rolling down my face.

Eric bent down and reached out to grab me, but I painfully scooted away from his touch. "Don't." I said in a scratchy voice. I looked up to Pam, and she looked up to Eric, who nodded. Pam, somehow, picked me up instead, and sat me on the couch, then sat herself next to me.

I collapsed against her, and cried in earnest. And bless Pam, she put her arms around me, even though I could feel she was a bit uncomfortable with it, and she let me cry.

"Hitta Compton. Jag kommer att ta hand om henne." Pam said to Eric. I heard him growl. I wasn't sure what she said, but I thought I heard Bill's last name in there, so I had a pretty good idea of what she told him. "I will call you if the situation changes." she said softly to him. Eric stood there for a moment longer before he stormed out. Pam went back to trying to comfort me. Once I was calmed down, Pam rose from the couch and then lifted me. She led us to the bathroom, and sat me at the vanity. She made quick work of starting a bath for me, and then turned back to me.

"Arms up." she said, and I complied. She lifted my shirt over my head, and I covered myself. Pam took in the sight of me and shook her head. "When I was human, a man took advantage of me once." she said, very flatly. I looked up at her, more tears spilling from my eyes. "Things were different then. I had wished someone was there afterwards to care for me. But instead," she stopped. "It doesn't matter. Come, I will help you." She reached her hand out to me and I took it.

I had been self conscious about undressing the rest of the way in front of her, and she didn't gripe this time when I wanted some privacy. I think she understood. Once I was in the bath, which was overflowing with bubbles, she turned back around and sat on the edge. She took the sponge that was there, and started to wash me. She was being very gentle and soothing, and soon, I found myself crying again. Pam just let me cry as she washed me.

When the water went cold, she helped me out, and wrapped my robe around me, leading me to the bedroom. I sat at the foot of my bed while she pulled out a large flannel nightgown. I patted myself dry with the robe, and Pam slipped the gown over my head. I scooted up the rest of the way in to bed, and Pam sat there with me.

"Do you require food?" she asked, and I shook my head that I didn't. I was no where near being hungry, and I was sure that if I did try to eat, I wouldn't be able to keep it down. "You should sleep. I will be here the rest of the night. You will have guards tomorrow."

"What about New Orleans?" I whispered.

"It can wait until tomorrow night." she smiled at me. "Now sleep."

I didn't think that it would be possible for me to sleep, but after laying there a few hours, I must have, because when I opened my eyes, Eric was back.

"Where's Pam?" I asked. Eric looked like I had woken him from a sleep, and I could see the relief on his face. He moved to join me in bed, but I scampered away from him, and he stopped. "Please don't." I said a little shaky.

"I won't hurt you Sookie." he said, backing away a little. I could hear pain in his voice.

"I know." I said, and started to cry again. What was I thinking? I knew Eric wouldn't do to me what that man had tried to. But the fact was, someone had tried to rape me. And I couldn't help the way I was feeling. I didn't want any man to touch me right now, regardless of their intentions. "Where's Pam?" I asked when I calmed myself down.

"She is in your living room." he said, and then rose and left my room. Pam came in a moment later.

She didn't say anything. She just got in bed next to me, keeping a little distance. But she reached out and took my hand, and I didn't flinch away.


I took some liberties with Pam's past as you can see, if you made it this far that is.

That's all.

Snoogans and Snoochie Boochies.