There was no point trying to meditate: lying down he would fall asleep in no time, and if he were to sit in the lotus position he would attract unwant...ed attention. He was in no need of either. He knew if he went back to sleep he would feel terrible when he awoke later.So he lay there and the first thought was that they had decided to separate. He felt a gaping hole in his emotions as he contemplated life without her weekend visits. After they agreed, he had felt at ease with the plan, but now. A complete nervous wreck, he suffered minor indignities with all the aplomb of a bucking horse in a bad mood.His fingernails were chewed halfway down to the first knuckle. His feet turned inward from a childhood malady undiagnosed and untreated. Carl couldn’t climb stairs. He feared heights to the point that he often felt faint when force to climb even a few steps.He’d never had a relationship, didn’t know if he was gay, straight, or both and wouldn’t be capable of holding a conversation with a. "Okay I want there to be this evil shadowy organization that abducts young women and forces them to play horrendous sex games where they must sexually degrade and abuse themselves whilst also needing to use logic and game theory in order to maximize their chances of avoiding the forfeit. The forfeit always involves making them pregnant against their will, for example a massive gangbang with a bunch of ruthless thugs or a huge container full of stranger's cum getting pumped right up inside them. I was not a fighter! Now that she was approaching, with two dangerous weapons brought against me, it started to dawn just how much danger I was really in! My sword began to flicker, and the light began to dim. ~Stay focused!~ Cried that psychic voice in a panicked beat. ~You have to concentrate!~My eyes snapped open as I shook the crystal like a dying flashlight, thinking it would work. Just focusing on the blade seemed to have an effect, making it brighter, but the Leavanny was already a few.