Ho hum, back to the work of work.JUNE 15, 5 PM:So much for boredom! About 1 o'clock, my fellow researchers and I caught wind of a new, unusual sort of...plant species. We call it "Flora" because that's what it calls itself. Literally. Flora is part human, part plant, and walks around like any ordinary human being. But nobody will confuse it with a person. After finding and catching it, we brought Flora to our center and looked it. Oddly enough, this creature knows English. When we asked Flora. I was at the stage where I would have gone looking, but I had no idea at all of where to look! Finally, after more than 10 days, my phone rang. It was Lee, she said she was calling to let me know she was all right. She and Carey had run off, they were planning on being a couple. I listened to her, and heard her out. I also heard my own voice begging, crying, loud, then soft. I struggled to control my voice, to not degenerate into a weak man, then she was gone..I held the phone, the dial tone. “Of course, Mr Cooper. I’ll stay until it’s done.” He nodded, “Then we’ll say no more about it. Just remember, there may be more work for you if you behave”. Suitably chastised, I got to work, notching up paper-cut after paper-cut, taking a short lunch, and doing my best to get it all done. Five o’clock came, and, one by one the rest of the workers left to enjoy their weekends. I was stuck in a small room with the photocopier, churning out pamphlets. Mr Cooper stopped by, thanked me for my. A little skepticism would serve Gracie well in the future, compared to what she was thinking last Friday.“You have been fucked on a torture tension table, an X-cross, front and back on a sex horse, got a piss enema, and been just plain fucked how many times in the last, what, five and a half days, including just six hours ago, all of them pretty damn memorable ... and you want MORE?”“Well, I am a bad girl with poor judgement, as we all know. Spoiled and entitled. I want what I want, and I want.