That's a Bloody Mary without the vodka. Come on! You need to escape for an evening." Well," Maggie said with hesitation. "I'll have to be in the hospi...al this evening with Clyde, but if I can get away for an hour or two...maybe." Just call me," Sue said. "I'll wait for your call."Maggie spent the early evening at the hospital with her husband, willing him to fall asleep which he soon did. She rushed to a pay telephone and called Sue. Sue picked her up at the hospital and they drove to their. She turned at my entrance, with hands at her sides, and sobbed silently, her eyes glaring at me in fear... and anger. The defiance in her demeanour was reminiscent of the 'old' Amanda, and I did not care for it.A spark of my anger returned at the sight of her packing and at the damage done to some of the things I had given her money for and had come to enjoy seeing on her person these last days."Where the fuck are you going?"My anger dominated hers, and any thought of using her shrill voice,. I took a hard swallow and questioned Lori. "How many times do they make him do it?" As many times as they can in thirty minutes," Lori answered. "Each contestant is given exactly thirty minutes to make as many deposits as possible. The two guys I saw this morning each did it three times."'Deposits!' I thought to myself. Lori was starting to think like them. She was starting to become affected by the culture that surrounded us. She called the sexual function of a man a deposit - as though he was. Dammit, I had not planned on this; now, what do I do?I fired another shot at him to make him keep his head down while I tried to figure out how to live through this mess I had made for myself. One thing for sure, neither one of us was going anywhere until the other one was dead! I had fired three shots from my pistol, so I had three left. My first big decision was whether or not to switch cylinders to have a full load available if I needed it. It did not take me long to make up my mind—I.