"Don't you understand Petra? You invented the Quizmaster, you'redelusional, you're psychotic," Marie tried to explain."I've spoken to a psychiatrist ...who says that you are in a dissociativestate. Because of your schizophrenia you are suffering from limitationsof free will. Any control you think you have over your actions is ameaningless illusion. Your fate is dictated by your dissociativeidentity disorder during your psychotic breaks." I am not delusional! It's the Quizmaster! He is. I thought whatextra my husband will get from Priya which I cannot give to him? Iknow that Ali wound not leave me tonight without fulfilling hisdesire. I started praying to god to save me.Suddenly one idea came in my mind. I asked "Ali? " Yea." He responded, obviously lost in thought, still amusing himselfas the feather once again returned to my hardened nipples."I got pee." I announced, hoping that perhaps this would dissuade himfrom continuing this weird form of mental torture."So pee." He. Oh how great a good different. I could not catch my breath; I was gasping for air as my body shook. I felt Buster thing inside me start to throb, and when it did, I felt real warm deep inside my tummy, my body stopped shaking and I noticed so did busters. After a few minutes he hopped off of me and laid back down I fell tot he floor and watched as he licked this big purple thing between his rear legs. Funny, I don't remember ever seeing that thing there before, yet here he was licking it. I was. "OK, you're dry. Time to finish you up." I followed her to the stylist's chair and sat down. One roller at a time, she unwound my hair. It was in much larger curls than it had been after the perm. After she had taken out all the rollers she began to brush my hair. She took several tendrils of hair and formed them into curls framing my face. Then she took a handful of hair from the back and brought it up high in the back of my head. She fastened it with a clip at the base of the bunch and spread.