I just can't deal with the computer code that masquerades as my job lying before me. So:Plans For Jake ? by: Apathy LushThe entwined frustration and e...citement of being a victim is only equaled (and then only just) by being in control of a victim. Jake was definitely the victim. A series of precise marks had been inscribed upon his chest, guides for the paths of the medical procedure that was to be inflicted upon him. His sobs were silent now his head raised into a position where he couldn't. He stood over her ass watching her hole still pucker involuntarily. As herbreathing resumed he lifted his hand and this time at a slightly faster rate,he brought his rod down on the same spot. After a very long silent pause,he heard her wail. This continued as her ass clenched and reclenched over andover as she tried to get a hold of the pain. He waited until she began to calmand walked over to her side. This time he brought the stool over so he couldsit and look into her face. "Please" she. They both looked ragged and tired. The gentleman held the door for me to enter and looked me directly into the eyes. I squinted, my brow furrowing while my brain processed this act. I knew I was tired and high on adrenaline, but I swore the older man looked familiar. The doors closed as I watched the couple walk down the hall in the direction I had just come from. I mulled over the sequence in my head until the door dinged again and opened into the main level of the hospital. I found my. "Who's the lucky fellow?" Gilbert Blythe. I'm his Anne-girl." She sighed and frowned. "He hasn't gotten here, though. I hope nothing has happened to him."Brad waved at me and went out the door and I got her to tell me more about Gilbert. By the time she finished telling me about how he'd once pulled her red hair and called her carrots and she'd hit him over the head with her slate; and about the time he'd rescued her from drowning when her boat sprung a leak and started sinking while she was.