The images flashed by, quicker and quicker, to the point of subliminality. The laughter sped too, and became a howl. A white screen, and silence. A gr...ssed field greened the screen, with the distant blurred silhouettes of trees. In the foreground, a single flower grooved to the slow beat of the breeze, on which the camera zoomed. It morphed, through some rather backyard visual effects, into a simple logo. After panning out, it was clear the logo adorned a large canister of nerve-gas. Clear, in. For three days targeted leaks were made to the media about my supposed serious condition. Networks and papers alike picked up on the story and ran with it, interviewing Congressional pages that supposedly knew me and everyone from schoolmates to the employees at the children's home. They also recycled and added the same drivel obtained after I was shot to demonstrate what a great guy I was, and how sad it was that I was so seriously ill.When the leaks changed to good news, the networks. She said that she was fine staying. The men, who were all athletically built and varying races, asked us to sit down and then sat around us. They also offered up cocaine to all. Nadine, who was by now a completely different person to me, gladly imbibed and I refused as it was something I just wasn't comfortable with at that moment. Nadine then got up to dance with one of the men, apparently the same guy she had danced with and got us into this situation, while I was talking with the man. They saw what I could do, what I could take and what I had to offer. So, I did not think they would hurt me. Why would they hurt the best fuck toy in the motel? I smiled at them and kind of giggled to let them know I was aware of my role. I asked for permission to go to the bathroom to freshen my makeup and clean up a little. One of them, the one with the gaudy bling told me to hurry because some guys were asking about me over in the motel club. I went into the bathroom and freshened my make.