Susan Levine wasn’t Suzie anymore, and I was most certainly not Johnathan Harris. They would have died anyway, true. We would be different people no...; but we would have been different together and in totally different worlds. We would have either changed to better conform to each other, or we would have drifted apart as a pair.I resolved then and there, I was not going to do this to Rachel, though. I didn’t know how to work this new piece of information into my plans. Rachel would want me to be. You know, pee on me, degrade me. Make me gag. I want it rough, with choking and spanking, you know, real hardcore shit.”I smiled at her as she blushed, realising what she had just said. I looked her right in the eye and told her I would love to do all those things to her and more. She blushed some more.It was one of those “fuck it” moments. I stood up and took Taylor by the hand. I marched her out of the lunchroom to the office's private bathrooms. In our line of work there are deadlines; more. I hate him for making me meet him all this kids here. They would point and whisper, but that isn’t even the part I can’t stand. I loathe their pity, I find their normal, healthy lives offending. Frustrated with my hair, I yank it out of my face and let it flutter in the wind behind me like a cape. My Eyes! It is not that bright out, but I still slam my abnormally large sunglasses on my face. I am now grateful my hair had temporarily obscured my vision. I can’t let them see my eyes! One of my. " He then began to explain.Five minutes later Yasmin sat bolt upright her hands clasped together, looking rather like a naughty school girl waiting to see teacher. She was looking straight ahead and although shocked she felt a quite sluggish her senses a little dull. "No I can't. I won't" She said firmly. Then held her head as if to clear her thoughts. Victor was still at her side," Just something put in your drink to, lets say relax you a little." Yasmin felt trapped he had been brutally clear.