When it was just us James grabed me by my throat and held me against the wall,choking off my air. i was scared so bad i almost cried.he leaned in clos...e to me and told me that we were gonna get along just fine as long as i knew my role. he let me off the wall and i laythere for a second trying to catch my air. i asked him what role that was between breaths and he just grinned. " Your gonna be my bitch,"he said with a smile. He told me to get on my knees and lick his balls. he stood there and. It was something to do that kept me from constantly thinking about my loss.Three years later I was finally able to think about her without crying. I probably should have stayed in therapy a lot longer than I did. Maybe that would have limited my mourning time to a year.Basically though, one day it finally occurred to me that I didn't have a life. I looked around and took stock. In the hotel room I had some clothes and three neatly organized accordion folders of my personal records. I had a few. I opened up on the landing gear on the near side. I kept moving the entire time so I was getting hits all over that side of the Dropship but I was getting hits on the landing gear also. I moved right under the wing. Inside the arc of their weapons they couldn't fire at me and I could take my time on aiming now. With me in position Dirk quit firing. I took out the nose gear and then turned back to the side. I moved back against the other side and then began to take the gear apart. A few more. I saw a bunch of camera equipment in the lobby the day we arrived. It makes sense."She smiled. "Great detective work. Yeah, we had plans to have a photoshoot by a true professional. It would have been great memories." Is that what you did yesterday, besides getting a full body massage? You seemed... I don't know... evasive or something. You seemed super relaxed after we split up yesterday." I did see Mr. Woo yesterday morning," she confessed. "I signed up months ago, at a very expensive price..