I returned home and ran right past the entrance, where a friend of mine used to live (now moved to another city and this apartment was left alone by h...s mother). Came in peace, thinking about something else, when suddenly I heard, I honk. Honking aggressively and I turned around and immediately recognized the car. It was the mother of my friend's car. She opened the window and waved to me and I decided to come say hello. This woman years somewhere forty-five, but looks much younger, thirty. He came up to me the first time he saw me, looked me up and down brazenly and the first words he ever said to me were."Nice body, shame about the face."I slapped him across the face. Hard. As hard as I could. I thought what the fuck I'm in here for my aggression control issues, so it would seem completely normal for me to slap some random, smart ass guy for being insulting to me.The side of his face turned bright red where I'd slapped him but eh turned back to face me and smiled. He had this. Then I noticed a couple of translucent books had appeared.Frowning I opened one and examine the title. 'The Uses of Atomic Energy in a human body.' I shook my head, 'Just why would this be around? And why now?' I wondered.I went to the computer terminal in my library and typed in. 'What is this book doing here?'The screen flashed and then sent a string of '???????' back."Aristotle? Can I see you?" I called out and waited ... and waited. This was odd; no this was more than odd. Aristotle never. The chair teetered back then righted itself. Gabby spit some blood out and in calm tone said, “Ouch, that sort of stung.”“Get the other fucking prod and put that one on the charger,” he barked out to his men. “They’re going to take turns fucking you after I’m done fucking you up,” Gabriella kept flexing her legs and, at last, the ropes were hung lose, they dangled down on her feet. One of the men left the room the other, the grinning crack head, walked up beside her.“I’m going to enjoy ripping.