Joe was introducing us. “This is Kamra, my girlfriend. And this is my brother, David.”
“Pleased to meet you, Kamra,” I managed to stutter.
“Very pleased to meet you, Joe’s brother, David.” Her voice was a little grating and shrill, and would take a bit of getting used to. But she looked very pretty and had a lovely figure. She looked to be in her early twenties. Large blue eyes, long, wavy blond hair, and a cute, dimpled chin. She was wearing a white blouse, a short tartan skirt, and thigh-length boots. She put out a hand in greeting and I made the mistake of reaching out to shake it. No sooner had our hands clasped than her grip tightened. And tightened. I caught my breath as the pain shot through me. My hand was in a hydraulic press that was crushing the bones to powder and then fusing
