Her wife, Emily expected, was still being restrained. It seemed odd to think her old partner was still in tears, crying out endlessness to the deaf bo...dy. Emily hadn't seen her original wife or their modest apartment in so long, yet this reality had never let the memory fade one iota.Emily had to suppress a giggle, thinking of her old life. How silly she'd been back then! How naïve!While she'd surely miss this world for all the lessons it had taught her - for the enlightenment it had brought her. The starting center, Terry Johnson, a junior and I have become pals. He is a big sucker, standing six foot, eleven inches, and weighting two hundred and thirty five pounds. You should see him jump. He does business two feet above the basket.It was a Friday night that I asked Terry to stay over at our house. Mom has a stiff drink as soon as she gets home, so she was a little happy when we walked in. "Mom, this is Terry Johnson. Terry, meet Mom. Her name is Julie Williams."They shook hands. Mom. Is there anyone else in the house?" "Beats me," she said. "I just woke up and saw what had happened to me and just started screaming. I haven't even been out of the room." "Well, let's look and see. But why don't you put something on first?" Sylvia smiled through her tears. "What's the matter?" she said jokingly, flexing her arms a little. "Jealous?" "No," I said quickly. "I... I just think you should try and look a little more... presentable, is all." "Oh, all right," she said. "I don't even. At one point he said quite carelessly “Well and if they do Charlotte all that will happen is that the men will envy me and the women you. For none of them are about to get the fucking we’ll give one another this night, I’ll stake my life on that.” Charlotte though was becoming seriously distraught at the notion of it and squirmed in her seat in an agony of discomfort at her bursting bladder and the prolonging of that sensation caused by her refusal to surrender to this, her final humiliating.