Crackles and hissing pursue me as I curl my feet beneath and glance down the tracklist awaiting the first notes. The words before my eyes captivate me... Singular and simple yet... Each of them calling to the experiences of the last two weeks. Was it just two weeks? Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. Certainly, it was a different life than I had deserted the moment I had stepped across her threshold and offered myself up as a needy fly, desperate to become entangled in her web.As the music. While looking around in fascination you hear a noise and you see in front of you there is a small semi transparent screen that has the words "Please choose a class" across the top and 5 buttons in the middle that read "Swordsman", "Archer", "Knight", "Mage" and "Gunslinger" intrigued, you touch the first one "Swordsman" the rest of the buttons slide out of the way and are replaced by a body of text and two more buttons that say "Confirm" and "Back", looking back up you read the text that. Kyle would not look kindly on swollen eyes. But, as she came to realize that his actions in the last two days had not been drunken rampages but rather coldly calculated rage, all directed toward her, huge drops ran down her cheeks and periodically her body would shake uncontrollably as she sobbed.She had never met the girl Susan but she worried for her. No one deserved the fate which she herself had suffered. Yet, if she called the girl, it would probably mean the police, maybe even Kyle being. "Ithink you can figure these out," she said, "But you may need help withthis." She held up a lacy red bra; then she helped me put it on. She hadpicked out the perfect outfit for me; an elegant white long-sleevedblouse; a below the knee black skirt with a wide patent-leather belt;and knee-high black leather boots. I felt sexy and elegant all at once.She made up my face; I marveled at the transformation as she appliedfoundation, lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow. The jewelry wasthe final.