Suddenly she felt his arms around her. He pulled her up and held her tenderly. "We'll get it fixed, Carrie. I promise," he whispered and brushed her h...ir from her eyes. "You'll be as good as new after the plastic surgeon does his thing." What if he can't fix it? I'll be ugly! Ugly! You won't love me anymore!" Carrie! What a thing to say. Do you really think I'm that shallow? I'm in love with you, with the emphasis on 'you', all of you, not just your pretty face." My face isn't pretty anymore,". . not just a little ... a lot."What do you plan to do about it?" Eer ... what?" Andy ... you have a ... certain ... Glow ... when was your last... ?" Nyoman made that hand gesture that signifies there's more to say without saying it.Realization dawned. "FUCK!!! I'm never late ... Nyo? What am I going to do?" Do?" asked David, sticking his head around the hatch. "Do about what? Are you sick?" Eer ... no? I mean ... I hadn't thought about ... Oh shit." She grabbed her stomach. The head was just. And it will be harder for her; it's amusing to have to force herself to stay there and submit to you without the added benefit of being forced from the outside.So what keeps her here?You'll have to ask her that, but she won't have an answer. She doesn't understand it herself. It's nothing rational. She can stand up and walk away at any time. She. Just. Doesn't.So what, she'll just endure it all right there?Absolutely. Watch. Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Hhhh.Quite the act.Not an act. You do it.. T was eating her breakfast. I threw my pants on and went to get a cup of coffee. Mrs. T smiled and blew a kiss at me as I walked into the kitchen.Poor Jimmy looked like a walking zombie. I’m sure he was still feeling the effects of the booze from last night. But he had to get to work. He worked every extra shift he could, trying to make some extra cash for his car, and his girlfriend. I was working two jobs, as well. But both my jobs were closed on Sundays. I had planned to work on Jimmy’s car.