But I observed a bit of frustration and mood swings. Some day’s she used to be very sad and upset.I used to console her and try to cheer her up. One...day she was very sad for some reason. I asked her if everything is ok. She told me that her husband is going to stay in USA for one month. I told her that he will come back as soon as possible and took her to a pub just to cheer her up.She generally drinks beer due to some other reasons she had 10 shots of vodka and she was completely out of. I alternated push-ups and lunges for two minutes; typically, it's eight.The rest of the exercises I won't go into but, when I was complete, I was worn out and dripping sweat. I thought I was in shape; Carmen proved me otherwise. I ended by doing Burpees and Planks. After my last plank, I rolled over onto my back, panting, trying to catch my breath. My heart was beating out of my chest when Carmen crawled to me on all fours.Her face above mine, she asked, "Need some CPR, chica? Or maybe mouth to. You can take my place." he muttered.When we got to the front door, there was a mob outside. I was worried about what was going on, since it was far bigger than any Friday crowd I had seen. As we watched, a couple of the midweek draftees went out and quietly, if somewhat nervously, dressed. With the exception of a friend of theirs, the crowd ignored them completely. I saw Susan near the middle of the crowd, frantically frolicking in a frenzy of feeling hands, mouths, and other assorted body. . maybe 'better' isn't a word that would ever fit into this scenario. How about, 'less horrible'.I was making changes every four or five days since they were more or less semantic. Change 'beat' to 'hit', 'agony' to 'pain' or 'incapacitated' to 'helpless' and the difference might not seem like much, but it was a difference. Remember too, that our minds work conceptually not literally and the differences had to be insignificant enough that his subconscious wouldn't notice somebody had been.