I panicked, as I would have to go in wearing at most a tee shirt or thin sweater. No one wears heavy sweaters in Oregon in June. The only thing that...popped into my mind was that I had come down with a bug. He bought off that I was sick with some help from a tired voice routine. I added that if I didn't feel well by Monday I would go to the doctor before I showed up for work (Hey doc, how do I make these mammeries disappear when I wear my three piece suit.) My boss offered that he would. My responsibility to you was the same as it would be to anyone else.’ Amy was a bit surprised by the matter-of-fact way that Wendy described her situation and her subservience to Burnside. ‘Wendy, are you…happy…I mean, being a servant like that?’ Wendy thought for a second. ‘I’m not exactly happy. I miss my freedom. I miss you and Suzanne. I’m scared when Dr. Burnside gets mad at me, because she punishes me and her punishments hurt. But at the same time I know she cares about me…I guess I feel. The table's only non-gnawed edge faced thecouch on which I waited for the effects of my illness to fade.With this illness came a month of insanely vivid dreams. In one, I'msomewhere so charged with the spirit of promiscuity and sexual anarchythe air itself seems illicit. Duct tape (used, I suppose, to preventsplinters) had been folded over the whole circumference of the glory holeI presently attend on bended knee, looking (the duct tape, I mean) likerays of an inverted sun, with each strip. Then I realized I had promised to take him back to his place after work, he was fresh outta “High School” or what ever they called the Special Ed department. I looked at him and told him to get in the truck, when we settled in, I asked him if he had ever been with a girl in a sexual way, he kinda looked downcast and said, “no, I was teased a lot in school by the snobby girls but they only teased me and wouldn’t have sex, they always lied and told me I was stupid.”“Well, I left a married 50 year.