She found her flats and slipped them on her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. Not to bad for 51 she thought. Too much sag on her breasts but s...e couldn't help that, they were just too big to stay up forever. She knew her butt was too big also and she made a mental note to loose a few pounds. She drove to the mall and paid for her ticket to the movie, one everyone was talking about, a chick-flick as the men said. This one was about a woman who was dying and her relationship with her. "Hey Girl!" I greeted and plopped down on her bed."Hey." You look so much better." I said. I watched as she pulled on jeans again. She was still discolored. The front of her thighs was the worst but she was better. Most of the bruises were yellowing now. She pulled a tank top over her head and topped that with a button up shirt she left open. It hid her arms well and still allowed air to help keep her cool. Bangles were put over her wrists. I thought looking from this distance that it was. ” I heard her say then there was a breeze as she dashed out.It was only a minute though it felt like an eternity when Sheila appeared beside me again. “Is it gone?” I asked her.“Yes Doctor Gance. I am sorry for the pain you will be experiencing soon.” Again she touched a spot on my back. At first it wasn’t bad then it started to burn. The next thing I knew I was screaming out in horrible pain. Reaching to my back again Sheila touched a spot near the first one as the pain began to ebb though. I felt a hard blow to my head then nothing....."Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." The voice called to me.I struggled and finally got my eyes opened."Did you have a nice nap?"I tryed to move my arms but they were held tight by ropes, as were my feet."Please just let me go." I begged."Not until we're done with you."At the mention of the word WE'RE I started to panic and pull against the rope. When I looked around my bedroom I seen them. There were six of them. All of them seemed ready with their pants.