He hurriedly pulled open the small cabinet that hung on onewall. His hands shook as he emptied its contents into the empty washbasin, picking up pack...et after packet.Aspirin? Tampons? Anti-Depressants? Contraceptive Pill?Sam found what he was looking for.Morning After Pill.He popped the capsule from the foil and took it into his mouth. Hestopped for a moment, and then popped a contraceptive pill, and anaspirin as well, for good measure. He swallowed the tablets down withwater from the tap. . ‘Don’t worry, I just had some stuff to do. I’m on my way.’ ‘Really,’ she says. She doesn’t believe me. ‘Hey, it’s not like I’d forget about you.’ I can deal with the grow house tomorrow. I remember Alanna now. Cousin by marriage. A certifiably cool woman. A doctorate in being hot. Honorary degree in worming her way into guy’s minds. The tenant of any man’s wet dreams – occasionally late with the rent but impossible to evict. All green eyes and wavy blond hair. She was golden. I stop by the. You saw my trailer and that fat vile old man that's my husband. He's a horrible man and I write stories to get away from it all. I live my life through my writing. I'm just a librarian and I write stories. If I would have ever thought you would come this far to see me, I would have told you the truth."I had tears running down my cheek. "Beth, you're my fantasy; you're my reason for getting up. I have nothing. I'm forty-five years old and live with my mother. I'm short, nothing to look at and. She smiled brightly at me. "Thanks ... sorry, I'm still new at this."I raised an eyebrow at her. "You know, you don't have to do this."She nodded her head, and fixed me with a death glare consistent with the spunky Sarah ... not the slave Sarah."I want to do this MASTER", she said with some force."Alright ... take a look at the paper in front of you then."She glanced down at the sheet of paper. Her stance was much less submissive. In fact, she was standing quite confidently ... in contrast to.