Porter swung his pole to face the snake, not knowing what he was going to do. His feet were frozen in place as the snake eased back to strike at him a...d his measly stick.Fear became anger. He had survived a wreck, a crash landing, and a miserable trek across a wasteland only to be killed by a snake? ‘God, I hate snakes,’ he thought with a shivered resolution.“NO!” screamed Porter at the top his lungs. The tingling in his arms suddenly surged into pinpricks of pains and his hands clamped. But Ophelia didn't just let it lie there. "What do you mean, 'therapy at night'?" the nurse repeated.Paul wished he hadn't brought it up in the first place. "Never mind," he said. "I guess I must have just had a dream, or something." You dreamed somebody gave you therapy?" No, no. It was one of the other guys -- Barnes, over there. I dreamed they came and got Richard Barnes, after lights out, and took him away for therapy."Ophelia looked across the big room at Richard Barnes, one of the other. When I left, Alan was hard at work, this time, screwing wood, not my arse. I hurried over to Carol's house a few doors away; I felt a hormone rush as I walked quickly to her door. I was anticipating what was to come. Carol greeted me with a huge smile, her eyes roamed over me, taking in my exposed boobs."Christ Ann, you look good enough to eat". I replied, " That's exactly why I'm here". Carol gave wicked little laugh, and squeezed my arse as I walked in, as I had done to her last night. She. Finally releasing her, I put her back on the ground - she was only 5 feet tall compared to my 6 feet.She laughed and smiled at my antics. We had become quite friendly over the last few days - having to work very closely together we had learnt much about each other.“Let’s just tidy it up, and we can get out of here” I suggested.She resumed her seat and went back to coding the solution into a tidier form.Within 10 minutes I noted that she was twisting and turning her neck - a sure indication that.