After the endless blows, his claw finally releases me. Oxygen races to my brain and rips through my lungs. I spit blood and cough with long broken gas...s. As I regain consciousness, I softly begin to cry devastated that I didn’t get to die. The realization coupled with my undoubted brain injury makes my skull feel like it is about to crumble to pieces at any second. “Listen, you nasty bitch,” He says darkly. “Fight me and I’ll kill you." I cower as far away from him as I can then begin to brush. Within two minutes Stewart called Andy to his office. Wondering what this was about, Andy walked between the lines of desks of writers and their researchers and heard one smart-ass send the room into silence when he called, ‘You weren’t here long Andy.’ Cheeky slut, Andy mused, but at least someone in the pack knew his name. There was silence in the manager’s office as Andy entered and then Stewart said importantly, ‘Do you remember Mrs Hoffman Andy?’ Well he knew her intimately enough to known. Finally at three p.m. we were able to talk to the doctor for ten minutes. It only took him five minutes to tell us his findings.Doctor Borden expressed surprise that we were under the impression Jane Stevens was still suffering from headaches. He explained that he had ruled out a tumor as she had suspected. While he believed the headaches were real and not imagined, he found no abnormality that could cause them."Jane was missing work and we were all concerned for her. We kept trying medicines. My father led me to the kitchen, threw me onto a chair, and proceeded to bind me.Now here I was on display on top of the dining room table. My father invited all of our relatives and friends over to see me. A sign had been placed at my feet declaring to the world that I was no longer a virgin. I could turn my head to the side and see my boyfriend there. Oh, he had not gotten away quickly enough either. My father had him strapped to an old backboard that lifeguards used to use. His forehead was.