He stopped. The stillness of outdoors was beautiful. He stopped and allowed his fury subside and his blood to flow in harmony with the earth. Taking a...breath of the chill air he glided to the far end of the field. Two four-inch kunai throwing knives were in his hands before he knew it, spinning in a dizzying sequence from finger to finger that only he could master, lost in thought. Would there be any loss if I left? He thought dismally, I live alone. No-one would notice. Why don’t I just end it. All I ever used the fridge for was Gatorade and lunch meat. I was pretty sure I was out of both. Now, my friend has been going all health nut on me, telling me to lower this that and the other when it came to blood pressure, cholesterol and stress. This included eating things like vegetables and stuff. I didn’t like them, but I’d suffer through them when he pushed hard enough. Today was a rare occasion, since I needed something before I left. All that was in the fridge was a bowl of salad. It. Injuries. They didn't regulate my morphine supply, didn't think I'd abuse the privilege, but the shift nurse checked on me, caught me..." You tried to overdose?"I nodded."Ouch. I hate being on suicide watch. No privacy." A detective came by, every day, asking for me to say who did it. Told me the rapist wouldn't get me, even if the prosecution failed. I didn't believe him." You should've," Sandra said. "It'd be easier for you to prove you didn't want it than I could." I guess." The gay rumor,. It wasjust slightly too high, leaving her perpetually wobbling on tip toes. He fondledher breasts through the fabric of her clothes, making her wince as he foundand pinched her nipples. His hands traveled down her blouse settling aroundher hips. He swung her around, she was so delicately balanced that she couldn'tresist the simple pressure. For a while, he busied himself caressing her ass,working her skirt up her thighs until the two pale globes were exposed. He slapped them hard, shoving her.