..." My lips kept moving but no sound was coming out.I'm a we'll-spoken, articulate person, but I don't handle confrontation well. My thoughts sort of...freeze up on me sometimes, like some of those chat boxes on the internet.He gestured slightly with the cigar at the yellow legal pad in my lap, "Write these down. Juices, we already said that one. And add 'dancing.'" Dancing," I mumbled as I wrote."No more 'dancing eyes,' or 'our tongues danced together this and that' shit."Sounds like a fucking. Humming a little song, Betsy was dangling from the cell bars engaged in exercising. She was grasping the bars with her hands in a manner that held her body, at least her feet, about a foot off the floor. She would slowly raise her legs to a position that was perpendicular to her body and then lower them. She had been doing that for almost six hours straight.“Are you enjoying yourself, Vicki?” Betsy asked.“No.”“I’m sorry to hear that.”“Leave me alone,” Vicki said.“I’m just trying to be. It was a little large on my head he adjusted it then stood back ,Wow you look like a girl, he smiled admiring his work , what do you think markMark laughed ,yes really sexyLook in the mirror John saidI walked over to the full length mirror, I gasped I didn't recognize my self at first staring at my chest and the shape the bra and the padding had given me , My own hair was fairly long, but the length of the wigs and the way the hair come over my shoulders and rested on my fake breasts looked. "So, did you want me to goback home? Do you want us to go and tell Madison?" I was ready to come clean about everything earlier," I said. "But now,I'm just not feeling it," I walked into the living room and over to thecouch and sat down, taking a deep breath and letting out an exhale.Victor came and sat down next to me. "What's wrong?"While it's true I haven't fully recovered from my anxiety attackearlier. This felt different. I was feeling emotionally drained. Ireally just wanted my life back..