The position of her body was a bit unnatural. Her hands were hanging limply by the sides of the bed, her feet bent inward in puppet like fashion. Only...her head gave some sign of life. “Are you comfortable?” I asked. “Maybe. If I am not comfortable, I can’t feel it. I am paralyzed now,” she replied “There must be something I can do for you.” “Don’t worry! I will be fine soon. By the way, you know where the kitchen is if you get hungry.” I nodded. “Do you feel embarrassed about the way I. Black,,’ Joe said as she walked up. ‘Well thank you Joe. You make me feel old when you call me Mrs. Black, I prefer men of your age to call me Helen.’ ‘That will work for us!’ they both responded. Helen sat with them while they drank their iced tea and pretended not to notice how they were they were checking out her legs and tits pressing hard against the white blouse. She leaned forward, to pick up a napkin she had dropped on purpose, giving them a great cleavage shot of her bra. ‘When you. She had a don't screw with me vibe when she talked, with just a hint of bitchy, high school cheerleader added to it. The blond turned around and shot me a bright smile "Don't mind Clarisa" she said "This was my idea, and today my idea displeases her." "And what Idea might that be?" I replied, as I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my jacket pocket. "Mind if I smoke" I asked. The blond just gave me quick smile and said "go ahead." There was something about the way this girl smiled that made you. He was more sensible than Tommy. Alwayshad been. Maybe I could even convince him to leavethat "cult." And bring Tommy out too. Yeah! I would bea hero.I saw Jay in school that day and asked if we couldtalk alone. Jay seemed delighted to do that. "Stop bymy house around 4:30," he said.I was pleased with myself. This whole mess, I thought,was about to be resolved.I showed up at Jay's that afternoon and there was anote on the door. "Dylan. The doorbell is broken. Justgo up to my room."OK. I opened.