"Judge Herns made it sound so cold and permanent, like I was giving up my freedom. Maybe that was true but then I realized I wasn't really free at all... not with this body I had. If I went back I would always be the butt of everyone else's jokes and end up trying to kill myself again. I couldn't go back there. Staying and being given a new life was my only chance at saving myself."I'll stay, Your Honor," I told her. "Stand still please," she replied. Judge Herns raised her hands and placed them. I made some more preparations around my bed for later.Then, I left for Anna's workplace, but when I got there, she texted me that her boss was making her stay late for closing up. "No problem, I'll just get a few drinks. Meet me at the same bar as last time." I walked over to an old Irish pub and ordered a drink. Sitting on the stool was a little uncomfortable with my plug, especially with how big it was, but I managed to find a tolerable position. I simply surfed the web on my phone while I. She sends out fingers of desire, need, thought- tries to project them into her past, pull out something stable. The images seep through her fingers like fine sand peppered with doubt. Irving, Johnothan, Kenneth, Lyle… She has a deep envy of the living. She is tired of her half-existence. She is tired of being sad, tired of not even minding that someone her age should grieve. And in the thin bony box of her head she understands, and accepts, the fact that her immense unhappiness is doomed to. We kissed in greeting and I took her in to the hotel café, where we sat and talked for a while. She was as delightful as I hoped she might be, slim, and perhaps a bit flatter chested than my ideal choice, but her southern accent just delighted me. After a light lunch, we agreed that we were comfortable with each other and headed up to my room. She dropped her bags and at once was in my arms, her lips warm and soft on mine, opening a little to let me touch her teeth with my tongue, and then as.