, I was trapped in a room with Tori B

l suit. The one that makes her look like a fl

He looks... broke. At least he's no

obsessed ghost haunting my brain. She complained about everything. The

ame th

y knee. Oh my god, it's unbearable. This is my pers

out this itch. It was so constant, so

or the love of all that

t take it

uttered und

d over her bed. Her leg was under a crisp white

sician going to scratch the itch? Thi

through the sheet, scratche

ce went silen

it ex

hear me? Is he a psychic? A pervert? Wait... oh, that's

d a hot stove. My heart was pounding.

ding a designer handbag. She froze, her eyes wide, staring a

elted. A strange, so

breathed

ce burning. "I was just.

ine smile. She looked from my face to her daughter's pea

idea wh

ck with emotion. "I thought this was just busines

otest, she pulled

r a man with your... depth of fe

so many zeros I felt di

e said, patting my arm.

at the check, Tori's silent, astoni

pay him a massive bonus for scratching

my comatose wife. My life had