He once again said something to her and she fell into a deep sleep, wondering if it was real or if she were dreaming.Chapter 3The ringing of the phone...brought her slowly from the depths of deep sleep as if she were walking in thick syrup. She finally opened her eyes to a nice sunny morning while her hand reached for the phone.Hello, she said. Good morning, said the voice over the phone. It seemed somewhat familiar to her though she couldn’t fully recognize it. Softly, almost a whisper, the. He stood a moment admiring what he saw, as she ineffectually tried to free her arms, desperate to cover her near-nudity.She was crying now, from pain, terror, and humiliation. Though she wanted nothing more than to hide herself, the excruciating pressure being applied to her arms gave her no choice but to arch her back, causing her breasts to stick out pertly in front of her. Even as they were grasped roughly, her arms were twisted harder still, so that, rather than flinching away from the. They were about to stop. The therapist said she didn’t have her walking music, so she was having trouble getting into the “zone”. “Got you covered” was his response. He pulled out his cell phone and brought up a video on YouTube then hit play…the theme song from the Lone Ranger! She slowly turned to look at him with a stare that said, “Screw you, asshole”! Not even a hint of a smile. Then she turned back…and kept walking. Ever since, whenever they ran into each other, one or both would. It was so quiet, I didnt want to move my head because she might stop touching my cheek, instead I just opened my eyes wider and looked up, I could only see her lips from this position which, as it turned out, was enough for me to get excited. She was smiling! Not a sympathetic oh dear what a shame smile or an awkward how the fuck do I get rid of her smile. It was a smile that gave me hope. Oh Amy, what am I going to do with you? She continued. Still smiling, she turned her head in the direction.