And flirt. You're used to it, aren't you?" She lowered her eyes, anger and shame raging. "Letting men buy you drinks? You know. Of course, you were th... sweet, hot, grad student from USC, weren't you? Not a slutty little black hooker with a big bubble ass." Her shoulders slouched as the words penetrated her. That was what they were going to see. Or even worse. A wannabee. An Asian babe who wanted to go back. A 'bruised banana'. I slid my hand up between her legs, making sure plenty of the guys. Forthwith I take another white colored capsule and I too will survive. To purge oneself of unspeakable recollections requires delicate handling, dismal treachery and much to my dismay, seven years of medication. I speak of these things as if I have firsthand knowledge, yet I still hear demons echo… ‘Vicious is the whore who fucks without feeling.’ Even now ten years later, I still grow tired of reasoning. And upon the shoulders of an epiphany I heard cries of vengeance and utterances of. Hardwick," Melinda said nervously, "I'm so glad you could make it!!!" Jim Hardwick moved smoothly into Melinda's well appointed apartment, and after giving it a quick once over, turned back to Melinda and said softly, "I'm glad you followed instructions, it makes things much easier!!!" "Instructions," Melinda asked in a slightly puzzled voice!?! "The lingerie," Jim replied gently, "I'm glad you remembered, it makes things go so much easier!!!" "Why is that," Melinda asked weakly, as the. She threw it away, assuming that her bratty older sister was responsible. Little did she know that it was an omen of the pure mind bending horror which was soon to follow. That weekend her mother went shopping.She had gotten in the habit of doing all the grocery shopping for the month at once, so the kitchen was packed full of bags and boxes as the girls went about putting things away. Lindsay was disappointed when she noticed that the only cereal her mother had gotten was Cheerios. It was.