Jess had taken the gun and walked to the other side of the room. "Hey, where are you going?" Robert asked.

"Just to put this in a safe place," she replied. She took a metal bracket and slowly bent it and pushed one end into the wall. "So no one else can get the gun," she explained.

"Hey, that's smart!" Robert said.

Robert held Amanda in the air and poked her a few times with his index finger, tickling her in her stomach and sides. "You're so ticklish, aren't you sister, dear? And you can't do a thing to stop me!"

It was true. Robert had become so strong that to Amanda his finger felt like a steel rod. She couldn't do anything to protect herself.

"Please, Robert. Please!" she said in between paroxysms of laughter. "Please I ... I can't ... breathe!"

Just then, the sound of the gun firing startled Robert.