I could feel my fight-or-flight instinct wanting to take over. Her eyes pleaded with me, wanted me to help her find her home. I retreated a few more s...rides. She followed me, her eyes pleading for my help. She reached out with both hands and I anticipated something terrible was about to happen, as if she was going to take me down to the Hell she inhabited. ‘No,’ I screamed, anticipating being touched. I closed my eyes and prayed to my patron saints and Jesus Himself for help. ‘Hey kid,’ I heard. They each had a special scent, different from the other two. I could hear their heartbeats, the blood pumping through their bodies. After a short period of time went by, I realized that their hearts were now beating in rhythm with each other, they had synchronized somehow. I felt my own, and they were beating in time with mine.That would have been something that would have intrigued my mother. As a biologist, she would have loved studying this. I don’t know if she would have approved of me,. More than her share most of the time, the broke-ass motherfuckers. And cleaned up after them. And kept the kitchen stocked. And kept him from flipping out on them when he was in one of his moods. It had all been bearable, kind of, as long as she had him to turn to, but after last night… Jesus, he wasn’t even sorry. She could see it in his eyes. He’d looked up at her from between that bitch’s legs, his mouth still wet, and he’d licked his goddamn lips and smiled. Motherfucker. ‘Why don’t you. ’ ‘Sure,’ agreed Patrick, oblivious to her distress. While Patrick was in the garage, Francis got on his computer. She searched the history on his web browser. The URLs brought her to pictures of naked men and gay couples. Francis fought back tears. In their three years of marriage, Patrick had never shown any hit of being gay. She wondered how this could possibly happen. Determined to brave this trial, she went to join Patrick in the garage. Soon, they were on their way to diner. Richard and.