."The woman's eyes were locked on his as well as she began mumbling something under her breath, continuing to draw her patterns over his tingling skin...with her nails. The mumbling grew louder, though never loud or clear enough for Duncan to make out what exactly she was saying. As she finished, she clasped his hand between both of her palm and squeezed it as she gave him a sly smile. "You shall have your wish granted, young hero. I hope that you prepared for what it will bring you." The old. Now she plies the streets, becoming what each man she meets wants in a woman, for a price… ********************** It was four in the afternoon when Cynthia woke up. As she had been doing each morning since leaving the meth house, she searched her memory for anything new. She had written everything she could remember the previous night in a spiral notebook she had purchased at 7-11 last night. A smile creased her face as she recognized a new memory. She was a college student, with a specialty in. Wouldn't you feel rotten if you had to report to jail every morning?"It seemed to me that it was my duty to brighten her day in exchange for a little help from her with my problem."Well," I said, "how bad a problem is it for you?" What do you mean?" Susan asked suspiciously."I mean how bad do you want to get out of here," I said. "And that means just what you probably think it means."She sat down in the chair in front of my desk and looked at me. She crossed her legs and leaned forward to rest. That used to drive me wild before I learned control. Before I learned how to harness that inner storm.Walking towards her, I notice she seems to be breathing quicker than usual. Her anticipation is exactly the signal I am hoping for. Expeditiously, I put the blindfold over her eyes taking care to tie the knot tight enough so it won't move; but not so tight that it causes discomfort. Intentionally I take too long to tie it up. I want her mind to go to every place it possibly can before I begin.