You lost count of how many times you swatted her ass over your college years.You guys are living in a small apartment complex with few neighbors. You ...egin your medium-paying job with a shady corporation. You have been working nonstop for your boss, putting in a ridiculous amount of hours. You spent about seventy-five mindless hours of brokering deals for your boss. You lost nights of sex with Amy as she knew you were going to get a huge promotion and get her into her fabulous dream house. Her. Who, among those passing by, knows that the woman is visiting Oslo from the United States? Who notices the gold wedding band on her left hand? Who knows that she has a four-year-old son? And who knows that she has a master’s degree from Cornell in psychology? I know. It is my task to watch the scene and to alert the woman who holds the video camera if some security agents approach to stop this filming. I am jet-lagged but also jittery from all the coffee I drank at the airport. I would. After that, it was a simple matter to get her other foot on aperch, and then pull herself up the last few feet. In seconds, she wassitting atop the wall, like Megan, Natty, and Sydney had done quite awhile earlier. "Just like climbing the oak tree," Audrey said toherself.She looked around, and spotted the holder with the brass rings. Shetook one, and held it up triumphantly for the others to see. Then, likethey had, she jumped off the wall.Her impact on the water was harder than she'd. She saw the fear on his face. She staggered to her feet, ran to her bedroom, shut the door and locked it. Safely inside, she let herself start crying. "I'm sorry, Sammie. Are you okay?" he said through her bedroom door."It's all right, Eric. I'll be fine. I just need to lay down for awhile," she managed to croak bravely. She heard him sigh and go downstairs. Here's the part that has haunted Samantha the most about that day: after he left, she masturbated. Right there on her bed. Tears still wet.