Small as the buckets are, I can already tell that they are going to start to feel heavy.“We must keep your nipples cooled, so you must not let go no...matter what. And you know what will happen if you spill any of the water?”My eyes widen in minor panic, as the buckets are filled to the brim in order that my nipples might be fully submerged.She slides my left butt cheek out from being pressed up against the post and strokes it with her paddle, which she keeps by the stove.“Each drop you spill is. He was going to catch me anyway. There was noescape.Then I went rigid. I stopped whimpering. I stopped trying to inhale.The man was close. He was very close. I could hear him. I was lyingmostly stretched out, my left cheek on the tile, facing right, tangledhair down over my nose and mouth. Somewhere below my feet and behind me,I could hear him moving, slowly now, coming nearer.Closer he came to me. Closer and closer, his ragged breathing loud andsickening. Any second he was going to grab my. ."Holy Shit!" he said through his clenched lips. He looked down and saw the girl snoozing happily with her head resting on his chest. His arm was laying over her shoulder and down her back in a protective clutch. His pants were tented. On one hand, he wanted to jump out of bed and on the other hand, he didn't want to scare her. On the third hand, not that he had one at the moment, she was jailbait, bad, bad deliciously tantalizing jailbait.Travis shifted in bed and the girl stirred. She hoisted. * Another night alone, once again thinking of you but here I am… ALONE This is my life, a boring life with nothing to do, no one to talk to… but I did it to myself and now I have to pay… better get back to sleep and think not, just sleep, let my soul fly and find you up there… ——————————- Those words describe Sandra Ivelisse Vega, a Puerto Rican patient at a Psychiatric Institution. She’s been hospitalized for the past 5 years due to the ingestion of a drug mixed on her drink by her boyfriend,.