And I was loving it, hopelessly addicted and broken, while they broke me even more. I wondered how long it would really last, with my roommate problem...s and living situation, but those ponderings didn't last long in the middle of the rough attentions of these men. "Hey, the Sarge wasn't k**ding. This little bitch looks totally fuckable. We got next, right?" I surmised it must be more cops, reminding me of the power these men were gaining over me. Even after firmly taking control, they added. Often the asker fails to understand the subtle hints and feelers the giver is sending and thus neglects to offer said favor. Their standard line when approached about this is, ‘all he had to do was ask’ something the giver is loath to do. As I look at these two cultures, it is not hard for me to see why my first marriage failed, as she definitely was an asker and I am a staunch giver. To exacerbate the problem I was head over heels in love with her and all I wanted was to give her the world. As. After throwing her for the third time, Sever changed tactics and ran towards Sally.Fear shot through me. Moving as fast as I could, I caught Sever just before she could touch Sally.The pain of being cut by razors was there again. I almost let her go instinctively, but stopped myself, knowing it was what she wanted. Her tactic hadn't been to actually hurt anyone else, but to force me to touch her and therefore hurt me by my means rather than her own.With a glance I caught Sally's wide eyes, but. We had finished the preparations when Dr. Moore called the other day, telling us we had the jobs, so there wasn’t anything holding us back.‘‘What about Patricia?‘ I asked, having to accept what they told me as established fact.‘I’m fine, ‘ she assured me. I’d forgotten I was already speaking with her. ‘I really wanted to come as well, but I knew you were depending on me to watch over things here.‘‘OK, ‘ I told them, already tiring from this extensive discussion. ‘I’ve got to go now, I’m getting.