“Goddamn! Another fuckin’ yeast infection!” And then: “Who’s got the pipe?”*** From a journal kept by Sasha:June 18Finally able to sav... enough money selling some of the crack G gives me to pay for a tiny, closet-sized room in an SRO on the East side. It’s like living in Hell, with junkies and whores running in and out all night and day, but it has a mattress and a light, and it sure as fuck beats that alley. I had about $30 left after I paid for a week and so I went and got something to eat. I asked her what she would wear, she said she would wear the same as she was wearing when we were stopped by the police, I liked her choice. I asked her if she had bought what she said she wanted, she smiled and said yes, I asked to see it.Maria left the room to go and get it. When she returned she had her hands behind her back, I asked if she was going to show whatever it was to me, she said I had to try and guess what it was, I had several attempts but couldn’t guess, I told her to tell me,. His ears were pierced andsleepers inserted." Anyone who knew him could still recognise him as the bank manager," Junecontinued, "and with the daily dose of drugs and sessions with ahypnotist repeatedly telling him that he was now a sissy and from now onhe would be belong to his wife to do with him whatever she wanted to do." It seems sissies were very susceptible to hypnosis and are easilybrainwashed," she said, as she smirked at Philip. "Of course hangingover his head is always the threat. We flew them too, though I doubt anyone will care.It was getting late. We were tired and the SNJ was tired. Even Piper was tired and she'd been asleep behind the rear seat for eight hours. We contacted the tower at Traverse City and requested a landing slot, a hangar if available or tiedowns if not, and fuel, oil and an inspection."Anyone here qualified to do a hundred hour?" I gave a shout on the short range radio as we taxied to a hard stand.The short range squawked. "Yes, sir, for a great.