’ She shook her head, flashed Sawyer a smile. The smile was rather informative. She, Glory Skyler, had nothing witty to say. Sawyer sighed a disapp...ointed sigh, scribbled in his notebook. He cursed himself. He knew that Glory wasn’t going to talk. Diana told me about Glory. She had never shared anything in group. Glory only spoke when it was absolutely necessary. Diana raised her hand and Sawyer’s mouth froze. His lips were suspended in mid-sentence. His feeble little mind was flooded with. My reward for this was a geyser of piss splashing over my face. The techlaughed as he said, "I love the look on their faces when they get theirfirst shower."Master M nodded politely but motioned for the tech to wrap things up. Hehanded me a towel and then dragged me naked, out into the car while Idid my best to sop up all the urine.I was once again buckled in. Once again the rag came up to my face and Islipped into unconsciousness.I woke to a sharp smell flooding my senses, snapping me back. I didn’t like the numbness I was stuck in, because it reminded me of those painful weeks of slow healing where I didn’t care if I lived or died. I would have died then, if not for Rose. Rose, the kindest of friends, I should get going, if not for my own sake I should do it for her. And Sean. And the rest of the people I loved. Had I ever told them I loved them? Or showed them? Just getting up was a true accomplishment, every one of my movements were slow and it seemed as if I was stuck in maple. My heart sank and it was then that I realised why Megan was making such a loud noise. In her hand was the red taped straw. I was gutted to say the least. But, this was for charity. So – Megan it was. The women stayed around for a short while. They all enjoyed a gin and tonic and Megan and I got to know one another a little better. From what Maggie told me, Megan didn’t have anyone at the moment. She and her husband had split up about six months ago and she lived on her own. At the time, I felt.