It was not there and I opened my eyes to see my room. Naked on the bed, I at first thought I had a very vivid dream but then as my mind cleared, I va...uely remembered Marsha unlocking me and helping me down the hall to my room. It had hurt even to walk, my muscles were screaming in response to the constant strain they had been under for however long she had me tied. I remember sitting on my bed as Marsha got me something for the pain and thinking how I would make her pay for each ache. With. No one ever says "It's only a game" when their team is winning.14. I've reached the age where 'happy hour' is a nap.15. Be careful about reading the fine print ... there's no way you're going to like it.16. The trouble with bucket seats is that not everybody has the same size bucket.17. Do you realize that, in about 40 years, we'll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?(And rap music will be the Golden Oldies!)18. Money can't buy happiness -- but somehow it's more comfortable. These courtship displays could last for hours, seeking a release from the thirst that their companion's bodies only seemed to heighten. The only nourishment Nymphs sort out was semen. The common folk told cautionary tales of young men being drawn into the forest and never seen again, devoured by the Sirens of the forest. In reality they would simply suck the young men dry, leaving them utterly exhausted and vulnerable to wolves and exposure. A Nymphs bodily secretions were powerful. I stumbled into the office about an hour late on Wednesday morning. I woke up in Helena’s bed at about 6am, pulled on my clothes, left a note to say I would be in contact later and let myself out without waking her. I found a cab and went back to my place to shower and put on a suit to be presentable in the office. I sent Helena a text later in the morning to thank her and to ask her to call me when she had a chance. I heard nothing until the afternoon, but the message did not come directly.