"Oh are we playing dirty? I thought this was a training exercise?" his voice that much deeper.He grabbed me by my hair."The reason that we like the ha...r shorter around here is because it's easier to take advantage of someone who has their hair within reach."He let my hair go and then kicked me across the mats. Not very hard, but hard enough that it hurt."Next," he said, not bothering to help me up."While I'm at it I want to clear up some fucking nasty rumors that I have been hearing around. "Not a chance, Judy! And if you tell anyone I will deny it and leave you!"Horrified at the thought of being alone, she gave in. The new Judy was afraid of her lover. Sometimes she was worried that he would hit her, though he hadn't yet. But he had a tough time pretending to be the man she used to be without the training and education that a top pilot/astronaut gets. She was afraid of that temper. It grew worse each day and if he did hit her one day, what could she do now that she was just a. I know that because every time I do the wash I have to unravel the yoga pants/panties jumble, and it is a pain. This time as soon as he left the house in a rush (go figure) I examined the laundry basket and noticed the panties were separated from the yoga pants by two layers of clothes. Tim has seen me in pink yoga pants many times, and has never seen my daughter in anything but black ones, so he knew they were mine all right. When I finally stood back up and turned around, I did it a bit. I must have walked for at least ten klicks. The pain killer had worn off and the pulsating pain of my leg was killing me. I had to force myself to make each step. I knew I could not really slow down. Not that I had a clear cut target or destination, but I hoped that I would find some kind of Elevator or stair system that would take me up to the higher levels, where the Light signs were. One of the hotels or Casinos up there must have some kind of communication system I hoped.I was not alone;.