“There’s fuckall we can do. We’ll just have to pay by credit card and hope the limit’s big enough. Hey, here comes hubby!” Her husband, a la...ge man in a suit and tee-shirt wandered towards them carrying a small case and holding his bill in his hand. His stubbled face did not look well pleased. “Fucking cunt bastards!” he exclaimed, mirroring his wife’s comments. “That orgy on Friday cost us nearly a month’s income!” Tracey and Sharon retreated to the beach, the only place they knew where they. With a tired shrug, I dismissed him from my thought as easily as drawing breath. After walking for a period of time, stuck in a reverie of random thoughts swirling around in my mind, I realised that many of the meditation practises and techniques I typically employed to chase away such niggling problems were not working for me at present. Fearing that this would escalate, I ducked for cover and respite into one of the vacant classrooms. Closing my eyes, I slumped forward in a seat and. The garage had been gutted totally, as had been half the first floor, including the kitchen. The family was now living off take-out and a microwave oven. The refrigerator was in the corner of the living room, and they were getting water out of the bath in the hallway.The final plans called for the garage to be converted to a weight room and home gym. The garage door had been removed and a new exterior wall was built, though not finished. Eventually, a new floor and ceiling would be in place.The. . um ... pussy face. Yeah, kneel and be a good little girl,” I added, pleased with my first clear instruction.“But I’ll ruin my skirt!” Mary objected.I could tell she was going to say something else and a big part of me was ready to argue with her that it didn’t matter if she ruined her skirt. In that instant, I saw the conversation in my head. Mary would plead to be allowed to just go inside and shut herself in the bathroom to, ‘clean up for me’ and I would give in because I’d become a.