."rebecca, your a very sweet young girl and i am glad you think i am nice, but i am a grown man and me not being your actual father, there isnt much I...can do" but i would be such a good girl for you, my mommy said a woman is always supposed to have a clean house, and how to cook and do anything for her man and then he would make sure she is taken care of. cant i just stay with you? i cant afford to eat and ive had the same clothes for years, im basicly all by myself. please ill do anything if. If it's the same month to month, I just pay it and move on. With electronic billing, I've not felt the need to look through. I casually excused myself to go pay bills, and looked at the wireless bill and there were dozens of calls to the woman's husbands number. All very short. Dozens of text messages to boot. If beginning to feel sick now. I then looked at our Uverse account, and saw a second email account. Foolishly, she didnt realize the email account could be accessed using the website. "Where?" In that box." No," replied the countess, "it was certainly empty during the first act;" then, resuming the subject of their previous conversation, she said, "And so you really believe it was your mysterious Count of Monte Cristo that gained the prize?" I am sure of it." And who afterwards sent the cup to me?" Undoubtedly." But I don't know him," said the countess; "I have a great mind to return it." Do no such thing, I beg of you; he would only send you another, formed of a magnificent. It took forever and I was terrified she would come down while I was doing it.I needn't have worried. She was still locked in there when I went to work the next morning still wearing the same clothes I had worn the previous day.While I worked I wondered if she was using her MP3 player, if she was subconsciously hearing the messages hidden just below the music.Then there was the message hastily added to her favorite song.I hoped they worked.I noticed, when I got home that the player had been.