  Breathe again I remember a shpiel I put up awhile back, which speaks infinite volumes about what I feel right now. It's my first shpiel in fact. So now, once again, please rise for the encore performance of Threat This was it.
She had no place to run, to hide. From beneath the folds of his trousers he produced his weapon, a shiny object that glinted and reflected the singular beam of light streaming through the window and THREATened her with it. Backed up against the wall, she had no choice but give in. She raised her hand as he slipped the object onto her finger, and accepted his marriage proposal... Written by Sarah Wong, 4 June 2001 It's amazing how a year and a half on, your own words can come back to haunt you... 
