“Hi, is it too late to speak to a counselor?” she asked the woman at the front desk. “I want to transfer out as soon as possible.”==Daphne adm...tted to herself she was nervous. Holly Cravers wasn’t her type—The girl carried twice her weight. But she had spent the first twenty years of her life in a vapid, orgasmless funk. Perhaps Holly was the underdog she needs to come at last.Her nervous wrist rapped on the door only once before Holly swung it open. Daphne’s brilliant balls of sapphire perked. A minute later Bear called, “Got him.”“Forward it to the Sullivans please.”Now, what to do?Wexler, or whoever it was, must know where I live. Since he’d been following me for some time. Still, knowing he was on me now, I didn’t want to lead him to the Wrigley. To my family. Fuck.I called Bear again, “Help.”Bear and two large looking waiters were out back in his restaurant parking lot waiting for me. Although standing beside Bear, they didn’t look that big. But they would be competent if. Juanita said ‘That was good, Syd. We will stop now for the day. You have been a very enthusiastic patient and we always reward good performance. Do you want a treat before we end for the day?’ Syd nodded like an eager schoolboy at the ice cream counter. With that, she grabbed the hem of the tee-shirt and pulled it over her head. The shirt collar pulled up across her face and her hair swayed and settled as she pealed the tee-shirt behind her and dropped it on the floor. Syd had been watching. She said Tim had felt sorry for her being at home alone all day and found a place for her. I found out later he had really found a place for her. A couple months after Susan told me about her new job Jessica mentioned in one of her e-mails that Tim and Susan had been out on the town and her mother came in drunk and crying. I tried to call Susan but couldn’t get her so wrote her an e-mail asking for her side of the story. I never got a reply but when Jessica wrote me again she said she had been.
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