I have a job to do and money to make. I won’t get anywhere by just staying home all day. I have to be productive and get a head. The money won’t m...ke itself,’ he grounded out through gritted teeth. His anger was short today and he wasn’t in the mood for this. ‘That’s all you care about is money! I’m tired of this. I will not come second anymore. Money and status has got you seriously fucked in the head!’ she yelled at him, her face was turning red with anger as she went on. ‘All you care about. Of course we would then talk about. We would both try harder and things would get better for a short time then it would slip back. I should add at this point I usually do not do a lot yelling and stuff even when mad. I am a believer in the Kipling poem ‘If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you,…. Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, and – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!’ At times my calm demeanour would make her even madder. I. I continued to scream.I swung there, screaming and whimpering and babbling incoherently, for a long time. Days, weeks, I don't know. I hardly felt it when she pulled the catheter out, but I knew it when my bladder suddenly expelled a gallon of urine, spewing out with chunks of semen mixed in at first, later just pure yellow urine. It shot out, but the operator took my penis in hand once more and turned it down so that the urine covered my body, my head and face, and trickled in to my mouth and. “Not just round. A circle.” Ellerie traced her finger around the map again. “The borders have changed over time, maybe for different reasons in different spots, but the barrens were once a circle.”“What are you saying?”“I’m saying that the interesting part will be at the center.” Ellerie pointed to a mark on the map that matched where she imagined the middle of the barrens had once been. “What’s that? A mountain?”“It’s labeled Lone Peak,” Josip said. “I think that’s just a description, not an.