I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how...to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The. I helped her hobble into my bedroom and putting a pillow in the middle of the bed suggested she lay down on her front while I went to the bathroom to get some aromatherapy oils, “Thank you sir” she sighed as she made herself comfortable.I returned with the oil and Nikki was laying as suggested on her front with the pillow under her midriff which raised her arse up a little which was actually quite a nice sight, I stood at the end of the bed looking down and suggested she spread her legs a. Besides, I already had commitments, including with Amber, who made a point of luring me into the shower for more of what I had given her husband. Even so, we made sure that Jenna kept in touch with us about Joanna’s condition.As for Monica, well, she did not bail her husband out of jail and so he remained there for a bit. To my shock, Joanna opted not to press charges, so Mr. Price got off easy. Perhaps she felt empathy for him or something like that about this whole situation, though nothing. She didn’t want him to worry about her, didn’t want him to know just how far her self-hatred really went. How deeply rooted in her mind it really was. How every time anyone got just a little glimpse of it, they would tell her that she scared them. She couldn’t do that to him…. But she already had…. And she hated herself for that. She had scared him once already, let him see the one mark she had made, the first mark she had made in months. A mark she made because those feelings she tries to hide.