James
She’s eye-balling Klempner, almost crowding him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You think you scare me? I’m long past being scared of you. It’s easy isn’t it, when it’s kids, but….”
Klempner back-hands her in a blow that sends her flying. She hits the floor panting, wiping blood from her mouth, but stares up at him, the whites of her eyes showing all around, not remotely cowed.
Christ….
Even through the window, I hear it. The smack of flesh against hard tiles as she lands sends a shudder running through me.
Richard leans in close. “What’s her pain tolerance like?”
Good question….
I’ve never found out….
…. The times it’s gone too far, it’s been emotional, not physical….
“In that mood,” I say, through gritted teeth, “sky-fuckin-high.”
Is she a pain-junkie?
Have I turned h
