Jetzt hoerte das Flackern meiner Wimpern ganz auf. Nur meine Augenmachten noch nicht so ganz mit. Es wurde aber von Sekunde zu Sekundebesser. Ich konn...e meine Augen wieder schliessen und oeffnen. Alleswurde deutlicher. Die Wand, Angies Bilder, ich konnte jetzt die Rahmen,und nun, wenn auch noch leicht schemenhaft, die Gemaelde darin erkennen.Bilder? Was hatten die da zu suchen? Ich liess meinen Blick nun langsamzu Angie gleiten. Meine Sehkraft war nahezu wiederhergestellt, als ich siesah.. What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.How can you tell if a man is really well hung?When you can just slip your finger in between his neck and the noose.What do men and tights have in common?They're both apt to cling, run, and never fit properly between your legs.What is the real difference between men and women?A woman wants one man to satisfy her every need. A man wants every woman to satisfy his one. I'd answered that skeptical face too many times.The tunnel vision started, as did the stabbing pain in my groin, and I started shaking again. "Ow!" I doubled over. It was the worst one yet.Taffy gave me a dirty look, looking angry. "So, does that mean we're your slaves now? I know what Erin said." She rubbed her temples. "Fuck, my head hurts."Amy looked bewildered. "Slaves?"I looked between them. Amy had glassy eyes. Taffy didn't. Now, by this point I was getting very confused - I'd found three. Somehow Alina knew that the carriage was no conveyance away from the village. When she turned from the sight in fear, disgusted with herself for being so easily frightened, she found Corina awake and staring at her. The old woman’s eyes were wide, the irises dilated as she surveyed Alina’s face. “I’ve run out of time,” she said in a hushed rasp, her papery thin voice barely audible over the sounds of the morning coming to life. Birds chirping, animals scurrying out of their nightly burrows..