She opened the door into the office. The college seemed to forgo using a proper secretary and instead used students. For a week, during a period a day... a student would have to work as a secretary.Last time, it had been this girl named Jennifer. This time, it was an Arab girl. The headscarf she wore wrapped around her dusky face had the same tartan pattern as her skirt. She wore the same white blouse as the other girls, the tails of her bow tie falling down her chest. She had glasses perched on. It was doubtful he had the same kind of inspiration with the males that wandered into his lair and came under his control.She pushed all those depressing thoughts from her mind.In her own quiet way she was beginning to understand what made the Ink Master tick when she witnessed the poor creatures he had caught in his web of sinful designs. She noticed that the ones he brought to the basement for special treatment were all extremely young and inexperienced and that they had a certain air about. I held in a moan. He smacked the sink in front of him. I jumped. He strode from the harsh bathroom. I just stood there, unfinished.A moment passed. I contemplated finishing myself off. But I pulled my hand from my pants. I wiped my fingers off on some toilet paper and threw it into the toilet. I slowly walked from the stall to the sink he had been standing at. I gazed into the same mirror. My same plain face stared back. I looked down and placed my hands on the sink where he had smacked it. I. .okay." God, we ask you to bless this bed. Make it so no bad thing can go nearit. May any evil we carry in us be left behind when we lie in it. Blessour union, our consummation of our love for each other."He repeated what she said, shakily."We make this pledge. Any arguments, any disagreements between us, wesolve before we go into this bed. Any negative thing that happened duringthe day, we talk through until we can leave it behind before we enter it.We pledge to carry nothing into it but our.