.. until she collapsed backon the bed, starting to sob with disappointment."Oh, don't cry, Mom." Oh thank God, her daughter was here.Patti'd take care...of her, make it all better. "It can't beall that bad, can it?" Patti, it hurts so bad this morning. It was sohorrible..." Brenda's voice trailed off, as she saw herdaughter had pulled out her compact and begun primping herface."So, Mom, how do I look?" Patti asked, hearing Brenda'spause."Patti! I was talking!" Patti just looked up at. His 'sex life' was just his hand, and increasingly perverse and misogynistic internet porn, leading to a rather sadistic view on women, and how he wanted to treat them. For the most part, unless he became a rapist, his personality or body alone would scare off pretty girls, but the two combined? He'd probably scare off top dollar prostitutes.So having been a nerd, and having spent his cooldown time messing with coding, he'd spent quite a while dabbling in the fantasy that you could actually. As our family knew each other. We often use to study together and we always clear each other’s doubt. So we got into one of the country’s most reputed college and that too in the same branch. The first year of college was amazing as we were far from home. No bondage of the families and endless sex. Everything was going great but due to some reason, we were not in talking terms. So the second year passed like a hell. We always use to see each other in class but we were not talking.In the third. She lay splayed across the bed, her head encased in a shining mask of oily blackness. She was not struggling but rather, lay calmly. I could see her ribcage making spasmodic attempts to draw in air but she did not try to scratch at the thing blocking her nose and mouth.I stared a few seconds more and then called the thing back in.Her gasps were deep, but controlled. "You did well, but you must be able to do it when you are in most peril and then every time. Did you see the place you must find?".