.. I can't... sniff... sniff... take it anymore... please help me, I don't want to be a girl anymore. I'm not a girl." I blurted out, appealing to her...humanity. "I am so sorry what happened to you as a little girl, and, umm, I..." Well I Never!" she steamed out angrily, bending down to me. My head was yanked backwards and then she slapped my face hard several times as she pulled me up by my hair."You ungrateful child!" she slapped me again, then sat on the bed, pulling me across her lap and. A rubber ball was strapped between her lips. She could feel and she could hear and the absence of sight heightened both those senses. Earlier that evening the two women had been in the sitting room of the flat overlooking the garden, the late evening sun gilding the leaves on the trees. They had had a glass of wine each as they unwound from their separate, busy days. Friday evenings were their close time, their period of togetherness, reserved exclusively for each other. She had looked at her. You will get paid if you want to. I was overwhelmed by the fact that he was talking to me. I always thought he was very handsome, even though he was 30 and I was 16. I looked at his strong body and at his nicely muscled arms. I looked at his manly, strong jaw. It seemed like he forgot to shave himself this morning ‘cause his face was covered with stubbles. William? ; he asked again. Are you ok? I got back into reality and said; Oh, sorry I was thinking about something, what was your question. Blob." My name is not Mr. Blob," says the Blob. "It's...well...it's unpronounceable to humans, so call me Carl." Carl?" you say questioningly, without actually meaning to do so. "I mean okay, Carl."The Blob...~ ahem ~...Carl, outlines the details again."I am from a race of beings, known as the Voorkaans, that live in the void between alternate realities. From time to time, we are given the opportunity to leave our realm and enter one of the many, almost infinite, realities that exist. We do so.