Starting my day with a few of the supplied oxytocin’s and a bloody them that the confession came from the house-keeper who said she saw mary, made by the live-in house chef. Having two celery sticks for my me use the room regularly but was never messed up, so Ron looked at the breakfast, I wanted to lye out by the poo! and forget the world. Ron hated recent telephone bills and found the same number dialed from that room tan-lines so to be caught with a bikini top on was a big no-no in his rule consecutively, he knew it was me right away. At least he didn’t know it book but after my cries to stop were so blatantly ignored last night, I was was another guy, I thought to myself, or I probably wouldn’t have made it out to piss him off so I didn’t remove my shirt. I put on my headphones out of there alive. and before I knew it had fallen into a deep slumber from my self-made Ron came back to usher the girls out of my room and told me I had five therapeutic cocktail, the only way I knew how to cope with the emotional minutes to pack my clothes, which he made clear were to be my only turmoil on the inside. belongings to take with me. He washed his hands clean of me that night, Desperate to hear his voice I called my friend T.J a few more times that or so he thought. The driver came knocking at my door, just as Ron said, week. I needed to feel like someone out there really knew me. Sometimes no longer than the five minutes that he had offered me and he took my we could just chat like old friends with no care in the world and laugh at single bag to the car. 1 didn’t want all the jewelry, music or books that he a distant memory from too long ago. Then would come the good-bye part so caringly bought me as tokens of his twisted affection. Only taking my of the conversation and we would both get teary-eyed not knowing what clothes and a wad of hundred dollar bills I had been saving, I slit a hole in could happen next or if this would even be the last time we ever spoke to my sc