“Get up, you diseased, dog-humping, dirty little runt!” I heard a voice exclaim at me.I opened my eyes and found a man in an orange jumpsuit point...ng his gun at me. He carried a pump shotgun, apparently taken from prison guards during his escape. He was clearly an escaped con, and since there was no more law and order at the moment, he had little reason to fear the consequences of his escape. I got up for a moment, looking at a terrified Gabby, even as the man in question grabbed her and pushed. The other hand was rubbing his crotch through his worn, low-slung jeans. ‘You rode with me all night long, darlin’. There isn’t anything old and used up about you. I figure you’re just about exactly what I need.’ ‘Stop that, Pete,’ Ada said, trying to be cross. But her voice cracked, showing the emotion he was pulling out of her. She moved his hand from her forearm, but he put it right back and she didn’t move it this time. He rolled toward her, and the hand that had been rubbing his crotch. Their eyes were glued to my body and they had fevered expressions on their faces ,licking their lips nervously as I slowly descended the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I almost laughed out loud since they acted as if I was radioactive. They looked at one-another to see who was going to dare touching my nakedness first. I decided to put them out of their misery by making the first move and after observing who's pants were bulging the most, I knelt before Dan and unzipped his. Choose someone you know. Write their diary. As if they were writing it. Watch what they do. Listen to what they say. Don’t make anything up. Just record it. Describe what’s going on around them if you need to but let their actions and words speak for themselves. Do it for a month. Then come back and we’ll talk about it. If you really try to write their life as it is then maybe you’ll find you can write their life as it might be. Then you’ll have a story.??So I agreed to give it a try. I looked.