If someone’s your ex, they’re an ex for a reason. 365 reasons in my case. Your agency contracts people to collect possessions for us slaves, right... Yeah, yeah, I know, us ‘not-slaves, ‘ I mean.“Anyway, if I can help it, I’d like to never see Gautam again. I never should have married him, though it was my parents’ idea. Fuck arranged marriage! If I marry again, it will be because I want to marry, not because Mom and Dad want to join the fucking country club! How’s that for sucky? I was a bribe. I was talking to You Know Who.”“I do? ... I do,” she said.“Butt out Wendy ... I’m talking to them,” I said.It was an inopportune moment ... the doctor, accompanied by the ward head nurse, stepped into the room.“Who? Me?” asked the doctor and the nurse ... twins, even. Disgusting.“Not you doc,” I sighed. Every time you guys come around ... well ... except twice ... three times ... I get in trouble.“It’s the ringing in my ears, Doc. I keep trying to answer it.” That didn’t help one single. .." Oh, is that a friend of hers?" Ann asked hesitantly.The man looked at her with a strange expression playing about his eyes."We're all friends here, Ann. You'll soon find that out." Of course, I forgot," she laughed. "After all, isn't that what a commune's for?" You're very right, Ann, that is exactly what a commune is for." The same strange smile formed on his lips, making Ann vaguely uneasy somehow, but she quickly dismissed it.They chatted for a few moments more, and then Ann asked again. My skills at choosing the men I let into my life obviously aren't improving since I let a young soldier separate me from my virginity fourteen years ago.We joined the men, or the men and the boys, in the family room. The coffee table had been moved out of the way and a blanket was spread out in the center of the three sided square formed by the couch, the love seat and two recliners. There wasn't much doubt what it was for.Dave wasted no time getting things started. As soon as we entered the.