" "What else was in those envelopes?"I just beginning to wonder how I was going to eat with the pacifierlocked on when Marion walked in. We looked eac... other in the eyes and weboth shrugged. It could have been awkward if I could talk. But since Icouldn't, I didn't need to worry about what to say. Marion was the realtalker. Now, she didn't have to worry about making me feel awkward withquestions. She could ask whatever she wanted but I wasn't answering soshe couldn't make me feel uncomfortable.. She finished all the rooms and came to hall to clean, she was cleaning the floor but I felt she is cleaning my mind, as I could see the valley running amidst of two big hills from her nighty, I got my erection but some how controlled but I had to try hard to divert my eyes from those big mountains. After cleaning she went to toilet and got a loud scream from the toilet, I rushed towards there and asked ?Kya huwa?? She answered ?fisal ke gir padi? I helped her to get up and took her to the sofa. And perhaps for the better."I shared that opinion too! Oddly, now that I was thinking about it, I did feel rather much more confident about a number of things and the crushing load of depression, worry and regrets seemed far less overwhelming now. I still didn't understand why Amy felt the need to abjectly submit herself to me, or why Anne-Marie enjoyed being occasionally debased with acts that had been a bit beyond my own comfort zone, but now I could accept this. What they did, they did for. They will use me and when I can't make them any more money they will feed me to their dogs.I'm a dead woman no matter what. I don't exist. There'll be no grave, no marker, no trace. I never was.Chapter EightThe door opened. Light! I was blinded but I saw blurry shadows of people.?Help!? Lots of female voices weakly cried out, but I didn't understand all their languages.The men put cloths over their faces and said something I didn't understand; I imagine they were complaining about the stench.My.