. or watch any videos?" Ha!" Steve exploded. "That's like trying to read a computer manual, the program just wouldn't boot up."They talked for the res... of the hour, trying to come up with a way to solve the problem, but at the end of the session they were no further along. It was mutually agreed that they'd all spend the next week thinking about a way out, and the ideas would be discussed the next time they met."Any ideas? You start, Steve." I only had one thought, but I don't know if it's. It was one of my passions. In one job I held a screwdriver and in the other cutting shears. I was a complex woman, a woman men didn’t want to get to know. I wasn’t needy enough, I made my own money, had my own place, and drove my own car. My reoccurring thought was men want an independent woman until they meet one… I went to bed dreaming of him again. A similar, if not the same dream, for the past 6 months. I was walking down the aisle, only this time I was the bride and all eyes were on me. I. From when Ben grew up women were bought with presents and in returnacted as sluts for his pleasure, or maybe he bought sluts for hispleasure with presents, or maybe all women were sluts and as long as hegave them better presents than the other guys could bring...Ben looked down at younger Ben pulling the door shut and running back upthe stairs to his parents room. He heard the door open, soft cries forhis father, and then the door close. In front of him his mothershrugged and got to her feet.. Latoya took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. She waited to see if Joe would respond. When she didn't hear any response, she put her hand on the door handle. She let out her breath, slowly turning the handle, and opening the door. She peered into the dimly lit room, seeing Joe laying on the couch."Joe, are you awake?" Latoya asked from the doorway. He didn't answer her, nor did he move, beginning to snore now. 'Good it worked,' she thought, entering the room, and closing the door behind.