They were suspended between the trees at eyelevel with nothing beneath. If you were climbing the trail, you would have to duck beneath them. As our je...p went forward the windshield broke through the long green blades like little banners at a football game. I was puzzled by the meaning of these things. Someone had gone to a lot of time and effort to tie all of these things across the trail. The further we went up the hill the more there were. It suddenly hit me that we might have to duck. Maybe. And the thoughts aren't helpful, "Well fool, what did you think? You thought that you could do as you please and it wouldn't bite you, someday ... long and hard!"That harsh observation makes her defensive and the outburst pours angrily through her mind, "Damn you! That was a sickness! I did not hurt anyone ... the only person that it hurt ... was me!"However, the sneer is just as intense, "Bullshit, you loved every sick, disgusting minute of it!"The rest of that day a morose Cheryl is depressed. Son p?re - ? l’instinct?? – avait aussi senti chez son fils une autre diff?rence?: Eric, adolescent pas encore totalement fig? dans ses choix sexuels, ne regardait pas toujours seulement du cotes des filles. Ce ??reproche?? ?tait formellement injuste, Eric n’?tait plus vierge et c’?tait bien une jeune fille qui, l’?t? pr?c?dent sur les deux heures du matin d’une soir?e de fin d’ann?e, avait ouvert ? Eric la porte des plaisir charnels partag?s. Mais l’ancien officier avait senti autre chose chez. Man was that a scary ride.My first century in Hell was spent as one of the Tormented. Toward the end of that period, I mentioned a way to increase the number of souls Saint Peter sent down the ‘Slippery Slide to Hell’. My idea was tried and it worked. My reward was to be elevated to the position of Tormentor, Third Class.During the next two centuries, I received several promotions ending up as one of Hell’s Tormentor Supervisors. My boss, Simon Legree, was the Manager of the Department of New.