The voice talked so softly that I only caught a little bit of its words.“You endanger me ... you infuriate me ... your very life and breath is a ter...ible insult to me...”The voice droned on for a long time, but I could tell you if a long time was a second, or a year. My heart was surprisingly calm as the invisible entity behind the voice continued to list my sins and how grievously they wounded him. For some unknown reason I knew I was not dying that night. The voice wanted to frighten me –. "I never pushed her to tell me, George, because it was too painful. I had hoped to get it all out of her in time, but you have managed it in less than an afternoon! I thought you were going to be an economist - not a pychotherapist!" It just happened, Lise. I told her a lot about me. Things I never told you. Like how I hated school and being forced to do all sorts of boy things."Samantha rejoined them."I've been telling George all about your time in prison after you came out of solitary. He. “What?” That was a perfect serve and was well over the short line. He took my second serve off the back wall and it landed in the crotch.“Side out!”“Wait! That was on the floor! The crotch is on the floor!”“Serve Canada.”The god damned referee was calling things in favor of the Canadian. That ball should never have been given to him. We rallied a couple more times, each scoring before the ref made a call of interference against me. I’d served and hit the deck. There was no way I was interfering. I struggled but the predator wouldn’t let go. So I grabbed my pen and stabbed the predator’s thigh. The predator grunted in pain and temporarily let go of my arms. I whirled around and clocked the predator on the face. Take that, you evil fiend! I stood over the predator. A large person, quite tall, and clad from head to toe in a long black cloak. The type worn by monks and fraternity initiates. I pulled the cloak from the predator’s face. Guess who was under the hood? I stared into the.