She is having trouble breathing. Watching out of my mirror I notice they are strolling toward the clearing where I left Sarah. She tells me to make sure to get pictures if I get laid in England. Morning exercise! I escort Sarah to the lecture hall reserved for my talk. I’m glad they enjoy my little Sarah. Sarah looks very uncomfortable. Yes! I have Sarah’s new leather purse and her top quality leather briefcase. Suddenly she’s flying across the room at me. I quickly drive out to the road to a spot where I can see the clearing. Bruises on her ass and legs. I lead her from the parking garage to the main doors. What’s she doing here? Seeing her purse on the floor I open it and look at her ID. She ate sausages all night!” I hang up. Request granted. They look. Yes, it is all set up with chairs for 150. “You need to take better care of yourself Susan,” I say, adding, “Get in the loo and wash up.
