"Oh! What's up with him?" I worded the text ‘like I didn't know’. Actually, I manipulated his jail sentence like I manipulate stocks. "He's wants...me to visit him," Marlee texted. "Are you going?" "No!" "How long he been in jail?" I had lost count of how long he had on his six-month sentence for drunken driving. Marlee and daughter, Sindi, have been living with me. "Six months." "Too bad. Is he adjusting?" I was lying. I knew Fred would never adjust. He could accommodate, but never adjust.. It was during this time that our relationships moved to a different level.One day I had to stop working and ask Judy if I could lie down for a while.“Are you ill?”“Bad period.”“Come with me.” She took me to Mary’s room. “Try to make yourself comfortable.”I had just flopped onto the bed when she came through with a hot water bottle. "Hold this close; it should help to dampen down the cramps."I fell asleep almost straight away and was out of it for a couple of hours. When I started to wake up, I. And thanks again."She was right. Our relationship was all off-kilter. I was thoroughly pussy-whipped, and I wasn't even getting any pussy. I had put Sandy up on a pedestal and was treating her like a porcelain doll, not like a real human being. I wasn't treating her like a therapist, either. I was being way too needy. And in my neediness, I was being whiny and demanding, too.But, wow, next week when we left town for New York, it was going to be tough, knowing she wouldn't be there for the. Tori shut everything down and finished undressing, taking off her bra and slipping into a nightgown.There was a heavy thunk against the window that caused her to jump in panic. Her eyes widened as she searched the darkness outside of her home. There was no mark on her window and nothing suspicious outside that she could see from this angle. Tori grabbed the baseball bat she kept by the front door and slowly ventured out, making sure the belt of her nightgown was tightly closed.Nobody there. No.