Uh huh.* And I was thinking about you when I went to bed.You were?* Oh, yeah. I was.What about?* Oh, just how you cuddle me. You know, that bear hug t...ing you do.Oh.* You were expecting something else?Well, that's not exactly sexy, is it?* Yes it is.It is?* Yeah.You never told me that.* I... well, I suppose not. It is though.Yeah?* It makes me all warm and squooshy.Squooshy?* Yeah, like safe, and content and relaxed.Oh. Cool.* And wet.What?* Oh, do I have to just tell you?Yes.* Men! Down there.. He was totally clean-shaven, too. He had a tattoo on his neck that said the word or letters, ?MAGE?, whatever that means. He wore a prison jumpsuit, but I got the impression that he had escaped a while ago. Just a guess. He acted like he wore it only when he committed a crime, as a badge of honor or something like that,? Mrs. Brandon described the home invader. ?Were there any other acts, aside from torture, murder, cannibalism, and sexual assault?? Mark demanded. ?Well, yes. He also castrated. But any man worth a damn, worth making part of YOUR life, won't care. And there are lots of them out there -- you're just as pretty as ever, you won't lack for male attention. Quite the contrary, oddly enough. Trust me, please? This I do know!" A long pause. "I know first-hand. I got into this business because my husband lost a leg right after we got married. It's just another personal awkwardness to deal with, not some demon. Trust me!" When Gail left, Carrie threw herself into the internet.. Though it was not. You are gone from my spell. You broke the trance and escaped my curious hands.I pull the covers back over my head in an attempt to find shelter from the pain and responsibility outside my door. My foot will not even touch the cold wooden floor, for fear that the creaking of old wooden boards would be the apparition of you as you walked nakedly, on tip toes across my room. My mind is tortured by the thoughts I have. The things I would whisper into your ear in the choicest of.