But it only made the situation worse. I didn’t know what it was, but the breeze blew Mom’s scent my way. It was a faint smell of perspiration mixe... in with her perfume, floral and fresh. There was something else too, something I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Pheromones? I read about how we give those ‘scents’ out to attract potential mates. I shook those thoughts away. I’m probably reading too much into things and I’m in a small space with my mom who I did find physically attractive…Who am. “You’re very beautiful.” He sat down on a chair and removed his ski mask. Dasha gasped in horror. It was Karl, the zamboni driver at the rink. “Welcome to your new life,” he chuckled, “Here are some rules. No screaming or I will kill you. No running away or I will kill you. You are to remain in this room for the rest of your life, and do exactly what I say with no complaints. Understand?”Dasha didn’t look at him.“I asked you if you understood. Answer me!” Karl screamed. Dasha nodded.“Say ‘yes. . but human contact was something that I had developed a craving for, even if I wasn't very good at all of the little niceties of socializing.When I did finally go for my CAP interview I did not linger when I reached the lobby to get my new ID card. I barely glanced at the card, much less the receptionist, as I just zoomed out the door at full speed, avoiding the thought of failing.Like I said, I don't have a lot of patience.With already having pretty low expectations for my CAP score I was not. " So who did you fuck Jack? come on tell me" Jack knew it was no good trying to pretend Mariel was not going to give up until she had all of the dirty facts. " Well do you remember telling me that if I loved my Popsy so much that I should fuck him?". "NOOOOOOOOO" said Mariel " you fucked your Popsy?". "Well not exactly" said Jack. "You know this old guy that I rent a room from? well he started talking in a geordie accent, he looked like Popsy, he sounded like Popsy, I was drunk so I thought why.