? Just a few feet of slack between my chain andthe wall, my entire body always resting in what amount to just a gianttoilet.? A handle on the wall flu...shes mylittle pen with water, sweeping away all cum, waste, and tears, leaving me cleanand ready for further assault. They don?t let me sleep, and I?mstarting to lose my mind because of it.?Who knows how much time has passed.?Days?? Weeks?? Months?? The life I once had is over.? I was the smartest girl in my school,destined to a life of success,. "Thule shuddered, "I'll say. Even when I thought I was going to be a mathematician, it was pretty dry."Lin nodded, "I've got an article in it this month, but I'm inclined to agree."Thule laughed, "And now, high school students around the world can hate you, too."Lin waved a hand, "I'm used to it. I published my first peer-reviewed article in the tenth grade."Thule raised an eyebrow, "I didn't publish mine until my junior year."Lin chuckled, "Don't give me the stinkeye. I still hate you for it.. Not that I was actually using a sword, yet. The bamboo practice sword was supposed to be about the same thing, and I was still using that. I had to spar with Alan, because I seemed to be progressing faster than the ladies. Maybe I should have slowed down, because he wiped the floor with me on a regular basis.Even though he was kicking my butt, he was teaching me. Still, it was almost two months before I got even one hit on him. In my defense, it was getting harder for him to leave all of those. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the wall hadn't changed in all these years. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.It was an old friend Billy. He and I had spent plenty of nights at this place in our youth. Billy and I had met in elementary school but.