It just has to be somewhere no one in their right mind wants to live. You always said you don't need the money, so do it.As usual Bart could cut right...to the chase. I appreciated that about him. I gave it about a nanosecond's thought.Me: Well, I can survive in the swamp and in the mountains, but not off the land. It's a hell of an idea and I am willing to give it a try. I need a place and some help learning how not to starve.Bart: You also need to change your mind set. You can no longer be. We started talking and discovered that we actually had a lot in common. I was at the time skinny, not good at sports, and didnt really have a lot of friends either, preferring to spend my time reading in my room. This had developed as a defensive thing because I didnt have to hear my parents arguing when I was in my room reading, and since I had begun doing idiotic things to try and get some attention from my parents, it seemed like I was always grounded and couldnt go outside and play with the. ....”Uh uh” or something came from your shaking head and with out warning a big stream of piss comes out of your bladder, as your cervix is pulsing with your orgasm. “I’m so sorry” you say, “I am so full”‘It is quite natural, I will let you void shortly, do not fret“ and I grab a towel and wipe you off, then my lab coat which now has pee stains on it. I remove the sound from your cervix, and I examine your pee hole. I see that either you were born with a very large urethra, or you have done. Her lips trembled as her jaw stayed slack. She felt like she was going to pass out and her brain sizzled with desperation over its inability to process her predicament (let alone solve it). As the long, slow seconds passed in silence, the only thing that became clear was that she had no answer. To his question. To Erica. To the entire situation. She finally let out a defeated sigh and swallowed with resignation. Her tone low and soft, she came full circle and repeated the very first thing.