”“Oh God no Mister you can’t call the law, they’s a whole gang of them, the rest of them will get me for sure.”She was going back into panic...mode.“Ok, just settle down honey, let’s get you cleaned up then we’ll decide what to do.”As I swabbed her cuts with sterile antiseptic wipes I asked, “You got a name?”“Unhuh, I’m Kari, how about you.”“Joe, just call me Joe.”“Take these, Kari,” I said as I handed her two ibuprofen and a water bottle, she wasn’t feeling it yet; adrenalin, but her feet would. She was dressed neatly as if she were attending a business meeting instead of washing dishes. Susan guessed she was maybe ten years older than her. “Susan!” the woman cried as if they were longtime friends. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”“You, too, Mrs. Braun,” Susan responded.“Mrs. Braun?” she laughed. “Nonsense, dear. Just call me Nina.”“Okay, Nina.” Susan handed her the clean dish. “Thanks for this. It was delicious, and just what I needed to get me through moving in.”“I’m glad you. The actual experience was one of intense weight, as if the whole of the universe was now resting directly on your shoulders. The weight was overpowering, awe inspiring and desperately comforting all at the same time.The darkness did not last long.Again the expectation was pure white, pure gold something ethereal and otherworldly; so the overcast pall with the brownish hue was startling and comforting all at the same time."Michael," a single word, spoken with the tone, inflection and depth that. Her head hung n dejection, Marsha opened the door and stood aside so Norman might enter.But instead he stood expectantly. "Well?" he asked gruffly.Marsha had hoped he would have forgotten his demands from the other night, but it was not to be."Come in honey," she said as instructed. "Come in and fuck your whore." He smiled and entered, then waited again. She hated herself for saying what followed. "I've been waiting all day to have your cock in me. Please, honey, fuck me. Fuck me like I've.