I spent two weeks running for my life. I didn’t eat anything for five days. It was horrible. There’s nothing romantic about being a Damsel in Dist...ess.“I know that when I write my story about how I was a Damsel in Distress, other young ladies will read it and think it is romantic. There is nothing that I can write that will convey the true deprivation that I went through.”“Did you do it for the romance?” Cynthia asked.Harriet shook her head and answered, “I did it to have a baby. I figured the. She told me how ashe loved the way it felt and how she orgasmed off of having her gspot probed from her asshole. shocked, I could only think of what her ass could look like bare. I stupidly stumbled upon the words, "I bet that would feel amazing" She looked at me like I said something a miss. Then I tried to clarify by saying.... I meant if I were the guy with his dick up your ass feeling your orgasm. ohh shit I just made it worst didnt I. She laughed and said it was ok. She was told me to. I beat it with a hammer but it has no affect. I even tried cutting it with a saw but it does nothing. I tried to paint over the painting but it doesn’t help. I don’t know how it operates, it just does. If this clock is affecting you then you must move far away while you still can. For God’s sake stay out of the clock or you will be doomed. I made the mistake of entering and now I am doomed. Don’t be lured into it or you will never be the same. When the clock is calling you, look away. Whatever. She’s holding papers, a clipboard. She has a white coat on, too. Is she a doctor? ‘Penny?’ ‘I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘My mind was wandering for a second.’ ‘That’s OK. I was asking if you know where you are.’ ‘A hospital… of some kind?’ I venture. ‘I don’t think my mind has been working quite right lately.’ Some of the men look down and scribble on their own clipboards. They make me nervous. I try to make a joke about it. ‘I feel a little under-dressed for this group.’ I force a smile and a.