When they first met, she hardly said a word, usually only speaking when necessary, such as to acknowledge orders or warn him that something was attack...ng. As time passed, she got more inquisitive, now doing whatever she could to help him.She would try to do tasks before he could, no matter how minor, like opening doors for him and retrieving anything he reached for. It was starting to get annoying, such as during breakfast, when she tried to feed him like he was paralyzed from the neck down.. ..with anyone else" for her benefit. She knew who I wanted to be involved with. Oh, yes, she knew very well.Dad turned to join the conversation. "Yep, Bill. You're going to have to get out there. Just the other night your Mom was kind of sad, wondering if you'd ever get married and give us grandc***dren. She said she was afraid you were getting all distracted and wouldn't try to meet someone."It hit me like a bolt of lightning. That was where the hell this had come from. Mom was afraid, she was. I didn’t feel so bad about it now. — Violet On Monday, Wesley came into our social science lecture with his ordinary, casual demeanour. But he looked across the room, specifically for me. He never sat next to me. He usually sat in front with other classmates, and would sometimes lean back on his chair and swivel around to me while we’d chat some shit, but he always left me alone in my corner. Today, he was invading it. He dropped into the seat beside me. His expression told me how his tone. Knowing she no longer had the energy to resist she was no longer restrained and the plastic device was removed from her mouth creating yet another opportunity.Erin was only semi-conscious but clearly heard the man whispering in her ear “How are you enjoying your adventure so far? It’s almost over, you just have to survive this last little leg.”And with that reminder about her desire to experience her biggest fantasy and worst nightmare rolled into one she felt a great deal of pressure against.