Perhaps they thought me mad, or didn't think I was serious. But I took their silence as an indication that they'd united against me. My temper rose, a...d finally boiled over. My thought process became irrational. Time seemed to slow down to about one-tenth its normal speed. The traitors! How dare they stab me in the back like that?And I went so far as to give voice to that sentiment. Quite loudly."You're all a bunch of fucking traitors!" I screamed. "Sellouts!"I headed for the door which led. Everythingannoyed her, most especially herself."Fucking wench," she muttered and punched the bed furiously, wishing herown face was beneath that fist. The image of herself in the mirror cameto her, and she felt a surge of unreasonable rage that she couldn'tcontrol. She punched the bed again, pictured herself splitting into twopeople so she could chase herself down an alley and knock the daylightsout of herself, ten ways to Sunday."Silly old bitch," she whispered, teeth clenched.Deep down she. "Why won't the light come on?"My eyes just wouldn't open, they couldn't open, the darkness itself was keeping them closed, the thing in my hand moved, it seemed to be squeezing my hand, not unpleasantly, no it was comforting somehow, I wanted to see it, but I couldn't!"Danny" the voice again,"Danny, wake up darling, come back to me, please Danny, don't leave me like this"If I could just open my eyes, I could but a name to the voice, it sounded nice, nice and soft and gentle, I wanted to meet. I was still in a semi state of shock from exactly what I had done. Blackmailing the neighbor next door was bad enough, but I had taken her out to a bunch of sex clubs and she had acted like an animal. She seemed to get off on the control I had over her. Her husband was out of town for several more weeks and I had plans to use her to the fullest."My my, you look great," I said as my wife came down the stairs. She was dressed in a short black dress and her "fuck me" pumps. She was not wearing a.