" She reached into her pockets for some change. "I didn't bring my purse. I guess I'll have to call collect." She left.Gina lay there, staring at the ...eiling. The memory of her parent's announcement replayed itself in her mind a few more times. Instead of the hurt and pain she had felt earlier, this time she just felt numb, like it had all happened to someone else."So your mom says you tried to kill yourself," she heard a voice in the room say. There was a man in the next bed, behind a curtain.. .. we pulled away from the house and headed out to the GWR ... Great Western Road.“You usually don’t partake of hops and barley before a bit of a dig ... what’s up?”“Your wife knows the finest women in the country, and she’s been introducing them singly and batches. She finally hit the right jackpot and the woman won’t have a damn thing to do with me. I find solace in the bottle,” that was said in a Shakespearian tone.Not that I understood a word of it ... Jim was plastered. What I did. Above a certain temperature that burn to my talking muscle can shake a clump or two of dried morning sand right off of my caruncle. I can admit at that time I’d wish anything to dull the pain of the burn which can only be calmed by a long swig of frothy super cooled barm. Although the same effect can be found by holding a bottle by its punt and swigging a soothing glug of sweet citrusy sangria after being soothingly poured over a healthy portion of super cooled, crackling ice cubesWishes often. I knelt there, my mouth open, staring up at him like a puppy, not knowing what to expect. ...Puh! Before I knew it, I was taken back by him spitting directly into my mouth, his grip tightened around my neck. I gulped, and I took it like the true whore he had trained me to be, accepting it willingly, swallowing his saliva. "Good girl, Myra. You like swallowing your boss's spit, don't you?" He breathed, releasing his grip from my neck, and standing up. I was still on my knees. I knew not to move.