"She turned the knob, opened the door to Molly walking by outside, and headed out into her day.Well, I thought to myself, this is going to be my life ...ntil he gives her back to me. Bad, but perhaps it would not be as bad as I was thinking last night. I could 'live' with this situation ... especially with Sara's and Erin's help. And I could sense that the big fucking black bastard was going to test things ... test me ... every chance he could get....A bit about work. I had returned to work the. When the others led him to the theater after lunch, he was about to object. It was Leah, showing unexpected boldness, who took his hand and said "I felt the same way the first time. Just enjoy it. It won't send you to hell."By the time the group returned to Lindsey's, as the kids had dubbed it, Cy was suffering from almost non-stop culture shock. Around the table, he asked "Did all of you have trouble with your parents trying to get you back?"The other four recounted what had happened to them.. Fear and frustration rose within her as the feeling of suffocation increased; Amy was claustrophobic. The kicking of her legs seemed only to further entangle them in her blanket, now soaked in sweat and slime and the tentacles of the creature which were rapidly engulfing her, coiling stickily around her angles and thighs. In her state of panic, she gripped cloth in her right hand and tugged as hard as she could, grunting, and trying to roll herself off the bed, but she had hold of the curtain. She stayed the night and promised to make my birthday as delicious.The following day I realized my BIG mistake. Everywhere I had put duct tape on her she broke out in a rash. She was embarrassed at work with this big square of rash around her mouth. It itched too. I felt like dirt for that. I tell you this so if you ever decide to try anything like this, don’t use duct tape!This story was supposed to be all about her and her fantasy and her birthday gift, but in the days that followed events.