And when you discover that the control is an illusion, and that the illusion can't possibly be sustained, what do you do? What? You seek out a phantom...to host your demons - a phantom with a cock big enough and hard enough to chase your demons into the shadows until they come clawing at you again!" He paced before her as he ranted, spitting the words at her as she hid behind a curtain of tears. "Look at me! Don't look away! Look at me!!!" He took two long steps toward her and took her chin in. ‘Do you think anybody else is here?’ she asked. ‘Not on a Sunday. I think somebody just forgot to lock that last door.’ ‘I wish we could get out of these clothes. We’re going to catch pneumonia at this rate.’ Omar grinned at the idea. He looked at Casey bent over at the window, her sundress clinging to her. He’d always loved it when she wore dresses, and the fact that she was here, drenched, excited him. Not to mention the taboo factor of having her in a school. He approached her as she. Her hand came up pointing. “That way.”I looked out the doorway. The hall turned a couple of times, but I could see the end of the railing that separated the stairway from the floor. I stepped out of the room, ready to go, and Jordan pulled me around for another kiss. I worried that Danielle might find us. When Jordan released me, I stepped back. I smiled at her, not wanting her to think I didn’t like the kisses. I did, but I was supposed to get our clothes.She had that look on her face again,. ”“It might not even have been him that took out my mailbox, but you do have a restraining order; if he violates it maybe you can get him thrown back in jail.”“Maybe. Probably not for long, though.”We started talking, and before we knew it an hour had passed, then another; she mentioned being hungry, calling my attention to my own bitterly complaining tummy, and we hung up to go eat, promising to pick up the conversation the next day when she came for my therapy session. Only then did I remember.