"Maybe I don't want to talk to you," she snapped back at him. Mira stared up and into his eyes for a single long moment. Then she turned, ignoring his...voice, calling her name and going toward the door."Mirage!" His voice was loud and she sighed loudly."What?!" What in the hell is your problem?!" He took two huge steps, reaching her quickly and grabbing her arm again."You, Hunter. You are my fucking problem." She jerked her arm out of his grasp. "I hate it down here. I hate you down here!" She. Horrified, confused and in shock, Dave and Clarissa started walking back to their apartment, wondering what had caused their sudden change, and if it was reversible. And at the same time, how where they going to possibly explain it to their parents much less the rest of their friends. Francine Cressmont had been in her apartment, minding her own business as she leaned up against the thin apartment wall, listening to the neighbors discussion. She was getting bored, hearing them talk about. The swift change from anger, to acceptance to disappointment reminded me of my own mood swings. I wondered if there was something I could do to make her feel better, but decided that I’d probably just make things worse. I went back to the house to rejoin the guys, thinking about just how much fun it would have been.January 27, 1992, Chicago, Illinois“I’m sorry about missing the last two weeks, Doctor Mercer. Business made it impossible.”“I understand. You’ve been making good progress. Has. It was the first time we'd seen each other naked and the first time I'd had even a hint of what his prick looked like.By this time I'd given up complaining and through my sobs started pleading but was curtly told to "Shut up and sit down." We sat on what we knew from its sturdiness and the straps was the punishment bench while the officer opened our cases and bags and in front of everyone examined their contents. All my bras and knickers were confiscated, as were Roger' underpants. "These are.