I have to make a phone call, that’s all. But we must start you right away. You’ll be reading Robert Frost by next week.”“‘And miles to go be...ore I sleep.’”“Yes,” smiled Preston. “Walt Whitman too.”“And all this to get on television,” said Claude, shaking his head. “What about spoken word?”“What about it?”“I can still do that, right?”“Oh, you mean the slams. Just so long as it doesn’t interfere with your poetry class.”“Because you know I have to go to Chicago pretty soon.”“Frankly, Claude, I. .cunt..." sheheard from different voices as hands fought over her body, grippingher ass, her legs, slapping her stomach, her breasts, her face. Shescreamed NOOOOOOOOO! as she felt hands around her vagina, fingersinsistantly poking at her opening until they painfully entered herwhile others pinched and pressed at her clitorus and still othersentered her anus.She lay there, struggling and gasping and screaming as the handsbecame less and less prodding and poking and more and moreinsistent and. Is she going to be OK?”Jessie looked down at the floor then up at Ingrid Terrence and said, “Well, I’m not totally sure. I’m going up to see her after we’ve been to the Mall with the gang. Kate can come with me if she likes. If that’s OK with you, Mrs Terrence.”“Of course it is, dear. Will you need a lift to the hospital. Kate’s father can take you both down in the car if you like.”“Well, I was just going to go on the bus” replied Jessie, “ ... but it would be much nicer to go by car. If that’s. One day Zeldah told me that she had some bad news for me while I was talking to her online. She said that Jenova wasn’t real. She said Jenova’s real name was Candace or something like that and that she used me. I was frustrated. I was mad, and angry and upset. I was crying and pounding the keyboard with my fist. The more I talked to Zeldah, and the more I began to call her, I made accusations of her being Jenova. She would get really pissed off at me and tell me that it wasn’t true, fuckoff.