Yet, even with all that money and comfort, I still do want for something--to get out of here. I'm sitting here in a student apartment that I don't rec...ognize, trying to piece back together the events that led up to this moment. It's not like I really have much of a choice in the matter.I've been tied to this chair for the last two hours, and it's starting to become uncomfortable. I woke up here in this situation. From what I can tell, my wrists are crossed and tied behind me, and somehow tied. Matt picked her up, stood, and hung the tires on a utility pole. “Coward! You think you’ve won?” she snarled, and unleashed a burst of sparks that sputtered out from the top and bottom of the tire stack, was drawn to the wires on the pole, and streamed off along them in both directions. She screamed in anger, and then snapped, “This isn’t over! Retrieval!” She promptly vanished in a swirl of purple and blue energy. The tires around her dropped to the ground.Matt turned back to the ruined bank. The saleslady regardedus curiously, a man and two women. Her name was Sally, according to her name clip, and Iwas regarding her curiously too. She was one of thoseslim dames with big tasty hooters, sort of a nervous,birdy face. Nice looking though. She followed Liz andPat around as they gathered armfuls of stuff to tryon. Even when they went giggling off to the dressing roomshe continued to hover in the neighborhood. She waspretty surprised when Liz came prancing out in red braand G-string, and. ? He just wanted someone toconnect with.? She replied to his emailand they began chatting.? His life was sosimilar to hers.? His wife wasn?tinterested in sex due to ?female problems? and they just didn?t seem to be ableto talk anymore. ?They chatted daily fora couple months when he finally popped the question.? Would she go out to lunch with him?? She was somewhat shocked by his proposal, butshe felt comfortable about him and what could lunch hurt?? Its not like theywere meeting at a motel for.