Late November 2010
The chains clanged when they detached me, and I sighed in relief. At last this blasted t*****e scene was over. Three days in a cold, damp basement had exhausted me to the point where I wobbled on my feet. Of course, there were harnesses that prevented me from getting hurt. Still, my arms had been outstretched for a while as I lay, helpless, suspended in the air for the main character to t*****e me.
The best of birthdays… I hoped the kids wouldn’t freak out when they saw the circles under my eyes in our next w******p conference. Frances would notice, of course, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I missed them, all three of them. Fortunately, my little fairy kept our w******p thread alive at all times, just for the sake of talking to me about trivial things. Two
