And mad! "Where's Mark, you bastard?"Duane pretended to be completely innocent. "What? God, Lee, control yourself!" Where is he, damn you? Where is he..." I was beside myself by then, and his bland grin infuriated me. I decided I wasn't going to take any more of that shit. I threw myself on him, kicking and clawing. "Get him out here! You sonofabitch, get him out here!"Well, he was a lot stronger than me. I don't know if I hurt him at all. And all of a sudden I was on the floor with him sitting. Iwas forced to do laundry, housecleaning and cooking the rest of the day,and fell asleep exhausted at midnight in my frigid little room, afterpiling most of Gretchen's old clothes on top of the bed for warmth, whilewearing a threadbare flannel nightgown I had found among Gretchen'sdiscards. I was not going to ask them for a blanket, and pay the cost ofexposing myself to their cruelty again, just to be warm. This could notlast long. I would survive.After several days of the same torture, I. I don't like to miss my stories." Can you see my future in it?" Yes, but the image is not nearly as, uh, HD as past, present, or broadcast television images." Then you really can see the future?" Abby clapped her hands. "You have to tell me something about mine!"Waving her hands slowly about the orb, Amara peered into the sphere. Eyes wide in disbelief, she opened her mouth to speak. Changing her mind, she cleared the image. Turning her head, she coughed, to hide her disapproval of what she had. After passing out, i got into a job. Initial months were spent in office & my private life was stuck to imaginary sexual encounters. Sometimes i would rub myself so vigorously that i would bleed. Often i woke up at night all sweaty & wet because i had a horny dream. I bought the sexiest of night clothes & slept in them. This would make me feel sexy. I chatted on the net with guys but ultimately it was all very boring. Then about 4 months back, i got allocated to a project. The project was.