Quickly Ireach out, trying to grab the keys for my handcuffs that I left rightnext to me.My heart beats faster as I feel the stranger dig around in my...ear,suddenly feeling the pop of wind as one of my ear plugs is pulled out."Well hello there, sissy," I hear you whisper, somewhat relievedthat it's you and not some stranger. "Looking for something?" youtease as you jingle the key to my cuffs, making me whimper loudly andstruggle even more."Oh, forget it, little one, you're not getting out until. Here? That would be the fourth underground level of the FallPark Mall carpark. I’ve been living here for the past twelve years. 2 I don’t want to leave, so don’t feel sorry for me. Been down here too long, anyway. Anyway, I’ve forgotten what the surface looks like. What it used to look like, anyway. Whoops. Repeated that word there. Madam Follick would’ve had what we called a ‘Grand Disaster Mood.’ She’d scream and tug her hair and tell us not that way don’t repeat the same word twice in a. She proceeds to help me up the stairs, and into my room. She heads off to go change and I do likewise. By the time I get out of my pants, she's knocking at the door, saying i should probably wear some gym shorts in the tub. I agree, and tell her I will be ready in a few moments. what I didn't count on was getting hard at the thought of Jess washing me. this made it hard to put my shorts on. I had to find a way to hide it. i thought of my life at school for awhile, and the hardness went down. . " If you're feeling guilty, back away from both of us, Mom." Will you back off if you feel guilty?" Yes. Guilt is destructive, like jealousy. It's certainly not a virtue, as some would lead you to believe. Guilt crushes all my emotional energy, sucks it up as if it were a black hole. It's a time thing for me. Guilt leaves me feeling immobilized in the present by something I did in the past. In other words, it's wasted energy. You didn't answer my question. Are you feeling guilty?"She laid her.