But, oh, how bitter it is to watch our hands being drawn up and up by the rope that treats the bit of wood as a t****ze upon our toes only to find it ...is not enough. We stretch and strain and implore with our eyes as our toes leave the floor and our poor slender thumbs accept the punishment of our weight. We gasp ans moan. Our tortures are happy with our acknowledgement. We hang.They gathered up their gear and went away. No backward glance of pity or of gratitude. We had served them. We were now. After a lot of questions, the "dragon" said that she didn't like my name because Billy is a "Y-name" and she didn't like people with Y-names. Upper class families never gave their children such names-(as in Billy, Kenny, Ronny, Molly, Nelly, Cindy, etc.). Thanks for that, I thought.I was surprised when both Rebecca and her obviously spineless wimp of a father remained silent while I was humiliated by the dragon. She continued by saying that Svensson is a typical farm-hand name from the days. ’ ‘Tired of me already, honey?’ He asked as she handed him the latte. She heard the humor in his voice. ‘Not even close, hun. But I don’t want to interrupt your work day.’ Alex said. She leaned a hip against the counter. ‘No, it’s okay. I’ve got a few hours between lecture and office hours. I usually grade papers, but I got a head start on those yesterday when I was waiting for your call.’ Mark sipped his coffee, then saluted her with the coffee cup. ‘It’s good. So if I go to campus now and. If she is this blunt about her being horny, I hate to see her blunt about anything else. Have to admit it was kind of funny. Would have been even more funny if I weren’t driving. Moira sighed. “Ok. I’m tired of talking about me being horny. So that game tonight was good. Way to go on the game changer, Cuz.” Amanda punched me in the arm. “Oh yeah. You diving over the fumble in the fourth quarter probably saved your team and keeping you guys alive enough to win.” I scoffed. “It didn’t feel.