I get them when I'm under stress and forget to breathe correctly. It isn't something common, but I do have them once in awhile, sorry you had to see o...e."I started to stand up and Kelly wrapped my arm over her shoulder and we walked slowly into my bedroom. I sat down on the bed and laid down on my back. The back of my head hurt a lot, but it was far different than a migraine headache. Much easier to bear. In a matter of minutes I was asleep. I slept for three hours, and woke up only because. Ben’s boss was rich – he had to be – and unafraid to ask his employee for the use of his girlfriend, all of which reeked of power and confidence, and had done so after watching video of me getting fucked in the ass in a semi-public arena. I guess that whatever he wanted from me, it was more than a pretty girl to hang off his elbow. “Well,” I said eventually, “I can’t help feeling partly responsible for this, but this has to be your decision, Ben. You will have to live with the consequences.” . She was at least 45 (almost mom's age) and claimed to be an artist. She and I talked for sometime. She lived with her husband who was a high-powered executive in some manufacturing firm and was 15 years older than her. She also got a good look at my mother when she came to pick me up. Even though mom wasn't wearing anything funky, the two women sized each other up, said quick hello and were eager to get away. Then a few days later, I got an email from this lady where she "sympathized" with me. It looked to be a couple of hundred pounds and had some dark stains on the bottom.“Where did that come from?”“I uh ... was directed to get it,” said Bill. The urgency hadn’t died all that much. He really needed to get into it.“By whom?”Bill shrugged and for lack of a better direction, glanced up.“Hmm,” said Ken. “There’s been a lot of that going around, I think. What the hell is all over the bottom?”“I kinda ran into one of the Tankers on the way back to the van,” said Bill.“What’d you do, hit.