All Carie had to do was keep the house clean, support her man, and prop up some half decent peice of pussy when called upon. She couldn't provide the ...ome life he needed, so eventually, she was kicked to the curb. After moving back in with her father, she sank into depression. This made it impossible for her to get the motivation to get out and get the job needed to help support her family. After her father's credit had been maxed out, bills got behind, and eventually he turned to a loan. So, why can't I be a nice freak? Well, in most cases, I am. I don't go in and root around in people's heads unless they invite me to (a very rare occurrence) or they're doing something really bad and it seems necessary to stop them. Like I said; I'm nice. Most people, though, fear what they don't understand, and it really doesn't matter whether I use this 'gift' to help them or hurt them. Just the fact that I have it makes me someone to fear.How do I know all this if I don't read people's. Looking in the mirror, she grinned and said to herself ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?’ A reflection in the mirror, a dark shadow… yes, behind the curtain. ‘What the Hell!’ Turning slowly she reached for the shower curtain… a sharp, ear-splitting scream shattered the quiet… her scream echoing… heart palpitating, body shutting down… ‘Shit!’ it’s just more of Jimmy’s antics. Self-consciously she glanced in the mirror as she pulled the shower curtain open! Downstairs. "Um, I contact the angels of the outfield or whatever, may they stopplaying sports and, um, make my life better. Amen."No one laughed except Thomas, and Carol grabbed him by the arm andthrew him on the opposite end of the log. By the time she turned to goup, Aaron was already at the fire."Oh," he said, "um, you want to go?"Carol was a little shocked, but shook her head. "Uh, no no. Go ahead." Okay, cool," Aaron said, pulling a paper out of his pocket. "Um, whatyou guys are doing is pretty cool..