It's the heroin, she told herself. It's the desire for heroin that's making me sweat.But she lied to herself, and she knew it. It was fear--fear that ...he wouldn't be strong enough when the time came to make a choice. Fear that maybe, just maybe, she would choose to live in her body as an animal, as a manifestation of lust, as nothing.Quietly she cried herself to sleep.When Manuel came again, was it days or hours, Renee wondered dully? He unleashed them and let them sit up and eat bowls of foul. I had not opened the letter until I prepared to hand it to the banker. Jeanna had written the credit limit for 30 million. I showed the letter and the check to Jason saying "Our limit is for the two together."As a teenager I had accompanied Dad to several auctions. They always had the best tasting hot dogs, hamburgers, crab cakes and in the summer, the best hand-cranked ice cream around. Local churches and fire department Ladies Aux always did the food at these events as fundraisers.Dad had. “Staci, you’re like a sister to me, so, from this point on, no bull-shitting. Okay?” Staci nodded. “What I don’t understand is why am I only hearing this now?” “I was embarrassed. I thought I’d be able to get by until I found another job, but the recession and everything messed things up.” Staci went on to inform her that her ex-boyfriend, Mike, was the architect of her black-balling and subsequent dismissal from her job. She conceded to her weakness to give up her flamboyant. My day off was turning out to be a bad one. My weenie was prepped like it was ready to roast on a bonfire. If this was a movie, I could probably endure all kinds of suffering but after two nipples getting toasted, I was ready to surrender.“It was Bertha!” I yelled, right at the time she pulled the trigger on her weapon.Her hand left my chin and covered her mouth as I grimaced from the shock. My legs tried to close but quivered instead. My butthole clamped tight and I screamed in pain.“Oops” she.