Between my legs there was a large pool of blood, mixed in with what looked like a white, sticky, gooey fluid. My stomach indeed made me look like I wa... pregnant. But I saw my vagina still pooling out with the white sticky fluid, and my stomach was getting ever so slightly smaller in return. I tried breathing, but found it difficult. So I put one of my hands on my next, just to see it had expanded. Sure enough my neck had dislocated. So I just decided to press on my neck with my hand to snap the. “Morning sleeeping beauty,” says Sam leaning in and placing feather like kisses all over Carly’s arm up to her lips, capturing her bottom lip between her own causing Carly to let out a soft moan.When the kiss ended, Carly took Sam’s hand and intertwined their fingers, while looking into her eyes lovingly, the way Sam stares at Carly gives her butterflies in her stomach.“I missed you,” says Carly in a sad voice, and continues before Sam could say anything. “I’d be lying if I said I’m not,. And that struck meas SO unfair, especially if I hoped to find a fulfilling career as awoman, making enough to be able to support myself. I mean, how likelywas it that I'd ever meet my own Edward? Not very ...But glass ceilings and job inequality notwithstanding, a seed had beenplanted. As much as I enjoyed my waitress job, it was hard to imagine Icould make a solo career out of it. The money just wasn't good enough.Some of the girls seemed okay with the arrangement, but for them it waseither a. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take my body past pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets high enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start.