As I slowly open my eyes the difference is naught, it is just as dark eyes open as eyes closed, am I blind? My lips are parched for it has been too lo...g since I’ve drank last, and that was a dehydrating mixture of cognac and an unknown drug. The sound of a distant steady drip of water has revealed itself to me as I lovingly dream of it as if it were the nectar of my soul mate as she surrenders to me. The first drop splashes away quickly as my lips and tongue panic and strike out after it only. .." I whispered. Ben tensed, and I heard him mutter the word dry. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded and he took me by my hand and lead me to the living room, where we sat down on the sofa. "Sex should never, ever hurt. Well, not the bad kind. Pain can give pleasure, but I think you should first feel that sex can make you feel so alive. Let me do all the work. I promise I won't hurt you, and you can tell me to stop whenever you want to." And then he kissed me, slowly, languidly. As if he had. “Did it fix the pencil?”“No, of course not,” he said, understanding.“Putting the issue of how I was treated aside for the moment, since our meeting yesterday, I learned that my close, personal friend, mentor and the man who runs the study I’m participating in has terminal cancer. My parents separated over the summer, I lost every friend and relationship I had to that filthy rumor about me at the start of the term and I was nearly killed by an incident of malpractice in the past three months. I. The party of four conspirators now released Pansy from their grip andstood up to admire their handiwork.What they saw before them at their feet was Pansy, on all fours, limbsencased in shiny black duct tape like some bizarre animal, his 3 inch longfalse eyelashes fluttering rapidly, long nails flashing on his shoulders,his mouth forced open, his lips forming a huge unnatural electric blue'O', and his head facing forwards, unable to move it more than an inch ortwo."Now Pansy," began Tracy, "We.