Consciousness returned again several sporterotica hours later. She was surrounded sex by sporterotica water. A sporterotica rag came up and started wiping her face. She realized she'd been sporterotica here for quite a while, for sporterotica her fingertips were well wrinkled. Water was poured over her head sporterotica. She felt a comb going through her frog sex hair sporterotica.
"Get rid sporterotica of those candles." she pleaded sporterotica. "They remind me of..." She frog couldn't continue sporterotica. Tears squeezed sporterotica from her eyes.
"Would sex you believe almost three months?" he asked.
"I'm Clarissa." she said. Phil sporterotica smiled and pulled sporterotica Clarissa off frog the bed. She was amazed at sporterotica how wobbly she was, but then sex, three months of inactivity sporterotica could do that to a person. Using Phil for balance sporterotica, she picked frog up her right foot and put it down sporterotica in front of the left sporterotica. She supported herself on Phil's shoulder as she made her way to sex the other side of the room, one step at a time sporterotica.
It sporterotica took sporterotica almost another month for Clarissa to get sporterotica her motor skills back to the point where she didn't sporterotica need sporterotica Phil's help to site get around in the house. Another couple of months later, she was sporterotica physically back to normal. Phil took good care of sporterotica her, too. He bathed her every sporterotica night just as he had sporterotica when she was sporterotica flittering into and out of consciousness, took excellent site care of her hair and skin, etc frog. Clarissa exercised, running the treadmill and doing things like butterflies, side-bends, sit-ups. One evening she passed a vanity in one site of the sporterotica unused rooms of the house, and scared herself. She hadn't recognized her own reflection. She found herself staring, astonished at her own beauty. Phil had taken very good care of sporterotica her skin sporterotica and hair sporterotica indeed, for both were smooth as silk. The whole golden length of Clarissa's hair sporterotica shone like spun gold, and it was much longer than Clarissa sporterotica remembered it. Overjoyed, Clarissa searched the house, looking sporterotica for Phil. She just HAD to thank him. She couldn't find him anywhere. She even sporterotica checked sporterotica the basement, which was usually locked. She almost fell down the stairs because of the extreme darkness, and smiled when she found a light. What the light revealed astonished her sporterotica. Scientific equipment was everywhere. In one sporterotica corner sporterotica was a sporterotica chair with a metal hood. Near the north sporterotica wall was a table with stirrups and straps, like from the Frankenstein sporterotica movie. A sporterotica large computer-array sporterotica lined the east site wall. The data was sporterotica all encrypted, and Clarissa had no sex clue what the password was. She did manage to find a 3 sporterotica-ring binder with various notes in it sporterotica. The notes disturbed her greatly. Phil had kept records of what had sporterotica happened sporterotica since sporterotica he'd found frog sex her, including many things she sporterotica didn't remember, because sporterotica he hadn't wanted her to sporterotica remember. The binder contained notes on sporterotica her site responses to suggestions given sporterotica to sporterotica her while she was in a chemical-induced state of extreme suggestability, on her responses to subliminal and neurotransmitted programming, and it went on like that for almost three hundred pages. She realized that she had spent almost sporterotica a year in the sporterotica clutches of a mind-controlling freak. She was shocked and apalled, but above all, she was enraged. She frog wanted explanations, an apology, but above all, she wanted REVENGE.
Clarissa and Phil went back to sporterotica the latter's home sporterotica. Clarissa's apartment would already be frog sex occupied by someone else, she realized. She had been away for sporterotica far too long sporterotica to get sporterotica that back. Phil carried her up to her room as she thought of how different sporterotica her life sporterotica was now. How would she sporterotica get back into law school? How would she get back her stuff? As sporterotica usual, she found that her fate rested in Phil's hands. He set her back on sporterotica her feet, then closed the door behind them.
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