“How are you supposed to do anything in this?” Catherine asked, which made the boys laugh all the harder.“Let me show you. Cross your hands like...this” Peter crossed his arms across his chest. Catherine mimicked the move. Peter nodded towards Leon as he moved behind her. The sleeves were pulled tight and Catherine heard the clink of buckles being fastened. She pulled her arms away but nothing happened. The end of her sleeves were lightly fastened across her back. There came the sound of more. I can forward them to you if you’d like.”Liz was looking at my phone and then back to me.“What did mine say?” she asked with bitterness in her voice.“I have no idea,” I said. “I did not solicit information on you. I felt I was in a better position to protect you from yourself and I didn’t need the information. I do know that the campaign he worked for approached you and was rebuffed.”“Rebuffed is a little harsh,” Liz said, searching mightily to maintain her anger.“Again, not my wording,” I. Didn’t even dream. The world felt like a mirage nonetheless.“Is she here?” Talk about musing. Twice. “She is all the songs about all those things, come to life.” I tire myself at times. Enough with the hymns already. Waiting for the machine to heat up, I stretched and yawned. Cupped my balls for the sake of it. Two spoons of freshly ground. A blessing for the night owl, a curse for the bon vivant. Moderation, my ass. Same goes for alcohol, apparently. “One sugar for her. Sweet tooth, I’ll. He'd hoped to find a way to eat, but even that proved difficult when there was no way of knowing what was drugged since nothing she brought him was dry. Peanut butter and jelly, tuna salad, and even slices of banana were promptly dumped and smashed in with the filth on the floor. Without the food and water, his stomach ached and his throat burned every time he coughed, and without the drugs, he was beginning to feel the ached in his body more vividly, down to every festering scrape or scratch..