That sounded great in theory, but by the end of the war evidence had been found that these types of attacks didn’t kill any more soldiers than barra...es that lasted only a few minutes, or maybe half an hour. Most of the damage done in a heavy barrage occurred in the first five minutes or so. After that, everybody had managed to duck into foxholes or trenches. All that the rest of the shelling accomplished was to tear up huge amounts of countryside and make the terrain impassable, so the infantry. He'd been afraid to leave his house during the day because there was the possibility that he could run into someone with Oliver's face, and not know how to respond to it. And he had no one to talk to about any of it.His mom. She would have been a good choice, had he wanted to share these burdens with anyone, and Frank knew it. But he was afraid of that, too. He was afraid she'd be too good. If Frank told her about any of it, especially the part where Mrs. Martin locked him in a basement, his. I had the day off, and after eating, and being lazy to do any schoolwork on my day off, let alone the entire summer, I decided to watch some TV in the living room. Alyssa came down, dressed in the skimpiest tank top she had to show a lot of cleavage, and shorts that showed off how round her ass was. “Good lord. I thought she already pulled out the big guns. And now she has that? Fuck!!! Don’t panic. Just remember: Mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” I thought.Alyssa came up. Wiseman's methods were. She would do anything to be allowed to please him. She knew she had to be as submissive as she could be to get Mr. Wiseman to use her and she really wanted him to use her in any way he wanted to. She could feel her old self-imposed barriers falling away the more she thought about her new position as a company slut and a company whore. She was no longer Mrs. Phillip Duncan, the polite, conservative wife and homemaker. She was Charlene Duncan, the submissive whore and.