Miss Brooklyn had all her mother’s beauty and she worked the denizens of the Hot Spot like the Mayor of the town. I liked to eat breakfast there. It...was the prime location to get the district gossip. I was wolfing down a plate of Dot’s legendary Swedish pancakes, bathed in lingonberry sauce; when I gazed into an intelligent pair of eyes. Brooke was studying me like I was in a zoo. I pushed my plate toward her and said, “Want some?” She looked incredulous and said, “Seriously??!! I get as much. Relented, saying words to the effect of, "Let's get this over with." It was my first (and for a very long time, only) sexual encounter. We did everything leading up to intercourse, but we didn't go the whole way because I had no idea where to put it and she (for obvious reasons) wasn't going to lend a hand. At the time I was ecstatic; today it shames me to look back on how oblivious I was, and how easily my eagerness led me to inflict hurt and pain. And this is part of why I didn't protest one. ) and that I’d have to go trampling that flower bed for them to toss me out. Instead, they helped me to get in touch with the other women in my head and all of us are learning to get along. I’d rather not talk about them just yet, but I think we’re all good for now. One or two might show up at some point. Most importantly, though, was that the last time I’d talked to Troy about whether or not they should teach me how to ‘do what we do,’ (Their term for how they control people.) he and Julie had. I’m soooo tired…. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP… It smells funny here. Why can’t I see? ‘Help,’ I yell. ‘I can’t get up. Is anyone there?’ I hear running footsteps and then a soft hand lands on my forearm. I smell something wonderful and hear the voice of an angel. ‘It’s ok Sergeant. You’re fine. You’ve been injured and are in the hospital. Relax. Everything’s going to be ok now.’ I let my muscles relax and lay my head back. ‘I can’t see.’ I feel a real shaft of fear rush through me. My stomach clenches and.