And yet, every time I try to tell my mum this, I'm ignored, or sneeredat, or told how ungrateful I am for turning down all these amazingopportunities....And then, inevitably, my mother will complain- sometimesin public- that she feels yet another bout of depression coming on, andwill end up bedridden for a week whilst I'm left to feel three inchestall. I can't even tell her that I'M depressed as it'll just cause her tohave yet another bout of her depression, as though she was the onlyperson in. They squirt soy sauce in a glass of wine Kay’s told you she tossed between her hands for 20 minutes in the supermarket aisle before paying thirty bucks for it. The girls force you to drink the soy-wine. You say a wine-baby is growing in your belly. They cackle. They’re amazed someone so old can be so immature. The girls go to bed 90 minutes late. You recite a story for each girl. The stories are plots of movies you’ve seen, Gladiator, Master & Commander. Kay recites 30-second stories for each. He called time and told me to come over. His muscles seamed to strain against that shirt of his, I could see his abs underneath, I gasped I’m glad I was out of breath so he would not be able to tell.“next we are going to work on something called a sprawl” he said. He took my hand and lead me to the center of the cage and turned me away from the people outside of the ring. From the looks of things I had to bend over and the kick my legs out and do a push up. This is the first level he said later. Hearing a small noise, he turned quickly to see a small mouse run under the cabinet. He didn’t see the log beam until it hit him on his head. Waking up slowly, he turns and looks at his surroundings. He’s not in the basement, he is in a beautifully decorated bedroom, and his jeans and tee shirt are replaced by Victorian era garb. ‘What’s going on?’ he thinks to himself. He has no time to answer as the door to the room slowly opens and a vision of loveliness walks towards him slowly. A long.