text: It's not like this is a complete stranger, this is someone you do have feelings for and what the hell, it's not like you aren't going to be doing this again with him eventually. Still, there is the matter of decorum.
  
  You manage to twist your body around so that you're face to face to him; he barely stops when you tell him.
  
  "Bobby, look we can do this, but like I said, we're NOT doing this in the middle of the living room. Let's at least go down to the basement and we can fuck on my couch."
  "Okay, okay, whatever, let's just get down their quickly." Bobby agrees continuing to kiss on you.
  
  The pair of you head down into the basement and one of Bobby's hands is practically glued to your ass the entire time.
  
  When you get to your room, you see that Bobby has somehow managed to strip off most of his clothing by this point (amazing considering he had one hand on your ass the entire time). He helpfully starts stripping your clothing off.
  
  "Well seeing as you're obviously taking the alpha male approach to this, after you're done tearing off my clothes, you can carry me over to the sofa and start doing me like a conquering warrior. I want to see your face stare into mine as you thrust into me, let me know who exactly is in charge and teach me a lesson." You say licking your index finger and then running your finger down Bobby's chest.
  
  (Never let it be said that you can't tap into your dirty side when necessary)
  
  The next half hour is fun, if a little rougher than you're used to with Bobby.
  
  It starts off with him just really ramming it into you and telling you in various ways to "Take it." while staring directly into your eyes which are more piercing than usual. His hands are also mostly holding down your wrists at this point.
  
  Despite all this, you aren't scared. You just wrap your legs around him tightly like a boa constrictor and enjoy the ride.
  
  A little later he put his hands around your neck and even squeezes a little while continuing to stare into your eyes. You can certainly still breathe, but he is definitely establishing his dominance and that he is firmly in control of things.
  
  Despite all this, you still aren't really scared, you even add to the "experience" by squeaking out a "No." "Please don't." "Stop hurting me." every now and then.
  
  Eventually Bobby chants something in a language you've never heard before and then orgasms. Again, not really scary since he's always doing that. It was weird the first few times you had sex with him but now it acts as a nice little alarm letting you know that things will be over soon.
  
  Completely spent after orgasm, Bobby collapses on top of you and begins hugging you tightly, and then whispers...
  
  "I love you so much Suzy, I want us to be joined forever. I want our bodies as well as our souls to be married."
  
  NOW you get scared and suddenly push him off of you in alarm at this declaration.
  
  "What?! Married?" You exclaim recoiling to one corner of the couch.
  
  Bobby's a little surprised by your reaction.
  
  "I want us to be married. I mean we're obviously soul mates and its the next logical step for us."
  "Step? What step? We were just having fun a moment ago and now you spring life long commitment?"
  "Are you saying you never saw us eventually getting married? I mean in all that time since we've been together?"
  "No, and especially not when all the trouble with your sister came about."
  "But on several occasions you asked me to run away with you! You didn't think we'd get married if we ever did that even?"
  "Not really."
  "I'm guessing you didn't ever think about having children either then."
  "Children?! What the hell, you think I'm some sort of brood mother?
  
  Now Bobby is downright confused.
  
  "Suzy... I really don't understand your... well view of things..." Bobby says.
  "That pretty rich coming from the cultist." You say.
  "Okay, I'm going to ignore that because I love you. But if it makes any difference, at least I still behave in a consistent way which you do not."
  "What's that supposed to mean?"
  "(Sigh) I really don't want us to fight again..."
  "Bobby I just let you simulate what could be considered a rape fantasy on me, the least you can do is explain yourself."
  "Okay then THAT right there is what I'm talking about. You have no problem with having kinky sex with me, you have no major problems with my religion and what it entails, you're even willing to move in with me and my family even though you're concerned about my sister and probably the rest of them, but somehow marriage is what is freaking you out? I mean I'm trying to do the right thing here and it's because I genuinely love you. Why are you so resistant?"
  
  It's actually a good question. You're pretty tolerant of a lot of stuff most would've recoiled in horror from and something like marriage and (shudder) kids is scaring you off. There's probably a good psychological reason for your reluctance, involving your observations of other married couples such as your own mother (overly compliant) and father (distant) or your brother Ben (paranoid psychotic) and his wife (utterly clueless) but there are a few other concerns.
  
  "Bobby...you've never brought up marriage before either, why all of a sudden?" You ask.
  "Well, I just think it's time. I mean we've been together awhile. We've stuck together through ups and downs. We're going to be living together. I obviously love you and I assume you love me right?"
  "Well...yeah...but... I dunno...I mean kids? Come on do you really think I'm mother material? I can barely take care of myself...in fact I can't at all, otherwise I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."
  
  At this point Bobby takes your hand into his and gets closer to you.
  "Suzy, don't you see, you don't need to worry about any of that anymore. When you marry me you won't have to worry about taking care of yourself ever again. And as far as being mother material, I can't imagine a better mother to my children. Even if you do have trouble, I'm sure my sisters will help out...well okay Helen will help out, but you know what I'm saying. The main thing is you won't have any more worries when you're in the family...MY family. We'll look after you. I'll look after you."
  
  And there it is. Your future. A "housewife" popping out a whole mess of little cultists like a Pez dispenser. While it might not be quite that extreme, the writing is on the wall. While Bobby is probably sincere in his love and desire to care for you, he's still the head of a human sacrificing cult and as such he's going to be somewhat controlling and manipulative.
  
  How long before you become brainwashed into believing in the same shit he believes in? How long before you passively accept other sudden changes over time? Hell, how long before some organization like the FBI or the ATF comes charging in to lay siege to the place?
  
  Though on the other hand what are you really doing with your life right now and what prospects do you really have? You could do worse than have a man who obviously loves you a lot and is willing to take care of the stuff you don't want to bother worrying about.
  
  You've got a major life changing decision to make, because you get the impression that if you get into that compound of his, changing you mind isn't going to be an option.
  > decline his proposal
  You love Bobby... well at least you think you do. He's been your only boyfriend so you don't have any other real comparison.
  
  But even if you do love him, you still don't think you're ready to marry him at least not on the terms he wants.
  
  "Can't we just... I dunno... runaway together?" you ask.
  "What? I don't understand, I thought you loved me." Bobby says.
  "I do, but marriage... that's a really big step... and all my other concerns aside I still don't feel comfortable living with your sister. I mean maybe it would be different if it were just us and no other ties. I might even feel comfortable starting a family with you with a clean slate as it were."
  "Suzy... that's just not possible. First of all I already have a perfectly good home that's fully stocked with necessities, why the hell would I just abandon it? That would be dumb just from a logical standpoint and just because you don't want anything to do with your worthless family, I still love mine and I'm not going to just abandon them."
  "Worthless? Yeah, I don't think highly of them either, but don't you dare come in and start claiming superiority! At least my family isn't a bunch of inbred brainwashed murderers. And fuck you Bobby, if you REALLY wanted to, we could fucking run away together. You're a resourceful guy."
  "Oh I'm a resourceful guy huh? Well maybe I am, but what are YOU going to be doing?"
  "What do you mean what am I going to be doing? I'm going to be with you! Isn't that enough?"
  "Suzy, you're sitting here asking me to give up EVERYTHING that's important to my life and I'm asking why should I? I mean yes, I get you don't like Diana, but I already told you that she isn't going to be a problem... " Bobby says before you interrupt.
  "And excuse me if I'm not completely fucking convinced. She's your fucking ex, she hates my guts AND you expect me to live under the same roof with her even when we're fucking married? No, not fucking happening and I'm also not being a goddamn brood sow just waiting around for you to fuck me." You interject.
  "Don't see how that's much different from your life now... " Bobby says dismissively.
  
  You're speechless for a second.
  
  "Excuse me?" you say.
  "I said I don't see how sitting around waiting for me to fuck you would be that big of a change in your life because you practically do that now. I mean what the hell do YOU do except hide out down here from the rest of the world and then every now and then we meet up to fuck. If we got married, the only difference would be you'd be living in a better home and actually have to do something with your time like maybe look after our kids... but of course you don't want any because at your core you're completely self centered and only care about what YOU want. You know, you got a lot more in common with Diana than you realize in that department."
  
  With as much power as you can, you slap Bobby across his face. He doesn't flinch, and it seems he was even expecting it. He just gives you the stone face stare.
  
  "Get the fuck out. Go back to your fucked up religion and sister fucking. We're through, for good this time." You say.
  
  Bobby doesn't say anything he just gathers his clothing and gets dressed as fast as possible. He doesn't look at you the entire time until he starts to walk away.
  
  "I love you Suzy, but I suppose this is easier for the both of us. I hope your life works out." He says and then turns away.
  
  You hear his footsteps going up the basement stairs and then eventually you hear the front door slam.
  
  And he's gone. That's it. Bobby's out of your life forever and you immediately feel a mixture of sadness and sickness.
  
  You're sad of course because despite all the problems you had towards the end of your relationship (And the incredibly shitty thing he said to you which caused the final split anyway), he was your first and you do believe he did love you and you loved him.
  
  You thought you both had so much in common at one time, but it turned out your differences were greater than you thought and some people just aren't meant to be together.
  
  You also feel sick due to the fact that he was potentially your "savior" in getting out of your current predicament with your older sister. Now that he's gone, you don't know what the hell you're going to do. You spend a little time wondering if you should've just went along with Bobby's proposal. Would it have really been all that bad?
  
  It's too late now though, you can't call him now even if you really wanted to... and you do really want to, but you just can't ignore his own faults in what caused the final straw to be broken in the relationship.
  
  Somewhere in between the crying and moping, you realize that what you're doing right now isn't any different from any other day; namely, you're hiding out from the world in your basement. The only major difference is you happen to be extremely upset right now.
  
  Bobby was right about that on some level. You do just sit around down here doing nothing waiting for... what exactly? Maybe you were waiting for Bobby to "save you" somehow, but obviously you didn't really want that or at least you didn't want it on the terms he was demanding.
  
  What DO you want in life Suzy? What can you do to change your status?
  
  Well, you aren't sure what you want in life, but you know the only potential way to change your status now is to either get a job or find some new place to live. Seeing as you're already depressed, you open up your laptop and proceed to engage in the soul-crushing task of looking for a job.
  
  As day turns to night, you spend hours looking for a job... well actually you spend AN hour looking and the rest of the time being distracted with your depression. The problem is there is just nothing out there for the likes of you unless you want to be stripper at one of the many strip clubs. You sometimes wish you were more like Donna because if you had less hangs up about being slutty, you'd jump at the chance.
  
  However, you were cursed with an odd concept of self-respect so no stripping for you. You look into waitressing since it seems like that's another job that's always available. You find a few places hiring... at the strip clubs... great.
  
  The further descent of desperation causes you to look for jobs involving house keeping or janitorial work. You are already dreading the idea of doing such labor, but you still have to look. You find one that's open... at an adult bookstore. You can only imagine what you'd be primarily cleaning up.
  
  "What the fuck is wrong with this town? Isn't there even a goddamn fast food place in need of a hapless burger flipper?" you cry out in frustration.
  
  You're about to give up and resign yourself to being depressed and doing nothing until you fall asleep when you find something that looks slightly more promising.
  
  There is not one but TWO jobs open at a comic shop, imaginatively called "Jake's Comic Shop" who you assume is the owner. One is moving a bunch of boxes around and the other is working a register. Not exactly the most desirable of jobs, but it beats the idea of dressing in skimpy clothing, getting ogled and possibly groped. (Let alone cleaning up jizz for a living)
  
  As far as you're concerned that's your task for tomorrow. You're heading over to Jake's Comic Shop and you're not leaving until you have employment. You feel slightly positive about this, well not really, but you do at least feel like you've accomplished something this dark day.
  
  With that out of the way, you allow yourself to go back to being depressed over today's unfortunate event until you set your alarm for tomorrow (Which you never usually do) and eventually fall asleep.
  > Next day...
  TUESDAY
  
  Your alarm goes off and you groggily wake up.
  
  Way earlier than you're used to actually. It's morning and you haven't been up this early in a long time. You're surprised you didn't just sleep through the alarm considering how emotionally drained you were yesterday. Even now, you still feel tired.
  
  You're also still pretty damn depressed. Depression combined with your type of ingrained apathy would normally make for a really bad combination of motivation, but against all odds, you actually get up out of bed to go wash up.
  
  You spend an extra long time in the shower trying to motivate yourself for the first phase of your goals today which is heading over to Jake's comic shop and getting a job.
  
  Eventually you finish up and head back to your room where you start to get dressed, thinking about one of your other possible goals which is finding a new place to live because if this comic shop thing doesn't work out, you doubt if you're going to find anything else you'd be willing to do before the week is over.
  
  Always one to seek the way of least resistance, you reluctantly call your sister Donna since she did say you could live with her and Julie. You didn't really want to go live with her and Julie though because you know it's going to be party central non-stop, but you don't have many other options.
  
  You ring up Donna several times and get no answer. You ring up Julie and also get no answer. They're probably both passed out from whatever they were doing the night before. You give up attempting to contact them today, deciding that you'll just show up on their doorstep with all your shit if you don't get this job. It's not much of a plan, but you do feel slightly better believing you have a safety net. Well you like to THINK you have a safety net anyway.
  
  With that fear partially quelled, you absent-mindedly check to see if Bobby called... then you stop... 
  
  "Christ, that was stupid. Get your head straight Suzy... " you say to yourself, starting to feel bad again. You then remind yourself that you'll have to break that habit.
  
  You nearly delete his number entirely, but you can't quite bring yourself to do it just yet.
  
  Pushing through it all, you now move on to your next step of trying to convince your brother Peter to let you borrow his car so you drive over to the comic shop.
  
  You head upstairs and bang on the door to the garage.
  
  "Hey Peter, open up I need a favor!" you shout and after a few seconds the door opens up.
  "What the fuck Suzy? Why the hell are you banging on my door like you're the police?" Peter exclaims peeking his head out the door. He's probably naked.
  "Yeah, sorry to bother you with whatever currently doing at the moment, but I need to borrow your car. I'm trying to get a job." You say.
  "A job? I thought you were too much of a prude to be a stripper."
  "Ha ha, very funny. I'm not going to be a stripper, I'm going to try to get a job at a Jake's comic shop." You reply.
  "A comic shop? Doing what? Getting all the virgin nerds excited?"
  "I'm going to be moving boxes or working a register... look I don't fucking know exactly, I haven't gotten the job yet. I just know I NEED to get this fucking job or else Kelly's gonna throw me out on my ass!" you reply getting increasingly exasperated.
  "Alright, fine. Don't fucking bite my goddamn head off because you got problems. I've got problems of my own. (Sigh) Wait a minute."
  
  Peter closes the door and then a few seconds later opens it up and then tosses some keys at you.
  
  "Here. Don't fuck it up, and I fully expect you to put gas in it." He says and then slams the door shut.
  
  Well that was easier than you expected, but then he probably just wanted you out of the way for whatever client he has coming over.
  
  With that out of the way, you get in Peter's car and pull out of the driveway.
  
  A few minutes of driving to your destination and you now learn first hand what Bobby was talking about yesterday. The roads are a mess and the town is in fucking chaos. There are cops everywhere, as well as ambulances and fire trucks racing to their various destinations too. You're also seeing small groups of people rioting. It's like the whole town has lost its damn mind and you nearly get into an accident more than a few times. Fortunately Jake's comic shop isn't too far away, but given the town's situation you're hoping that everything there isn't going to be as bad as what you've been seeing so far.
  
  Eventually you do get to the shop and so far the place doesn't look too bad, though given that you see a police barricade a few blocks up the street, you wonder if that could all change. Pulling into the parking lot, you exit the car and enter the building.
  
  As soon as you walk in, you briefly scan the shop and find it completely empty save for a bearded middle-aged man with a ponytail at a counter staring at you. He couldn't be more of a stereotype of a "comic book guy."
  
  "Well... hello. You lost or something? The beauty salon is down the street... though I believe there was a shooting or something there earlier." He says.
  "Um, no. I'm here about the job. Are you Jake?" you ask.
  "That's me. Now what job are you talking about exactly?" Jake asks while looking at you up and down. The guy is already probably thinking several dirty thoughts about you and at this point you're really hoping this guy doesn't turn the whole job thing into some stupid line about giving him a blowjob.
  
  "The job openings I found on the internet for this place. It said you needed someone to move boxes or work the register." You say.
  "Oh yeah, I'm not even sure why I posted that. In this current economy I can barely afford to hire one employee and lately I'm wondering if I can even do that." Jake says.
  "Shit, does this mean you're not hiring?"
  "Well... considering you're easy on the eyes, I'm not going to say I'm NOT hiring. Besides you're the only one that's even applied so far. You'd think with all the fanboy nerds that practically live at this place one of them would've offered to fucking help me out. (Sigh) Whatever, you got your resume?"
  "Resume?" you ask.
  "Yeah, when people tend to apply for jobs they usually have one. I mean not that any of the tasks here are brain surgery, but it's nice to have some basic information." Jake says.
  "Oh. Well I don't have one." You reply.
  "Seriously? You came in here for a job without a resume?"
  "I didn't think I'd need one."
  "You didn't... alright can you give me any references then?"
  "Um, no."
  "You can't or you won't?"
  "I can't because I don't have any."
  "Jesus Christ... do you have ANY job experience whatsoever?"
  "No."
  "Do you even want a fucking job here?" Jake asks getting exasperated.
  "Not really, but I want to run around half naked swinging on a pole getting ogled, slobbered over and groped by horny guys for a living even less, so this place is currently my only option for my desperate situation." You say.
  
  Jake laughs at your comment.
  
  "Well at least your honest, but if you think you're not going to get ogled and slobbered over by guys here, you're sadly mistaken. You do realize this is a comic shop right?"
  "Oh come on, there has to be female customers that come in here." You say.
  "Sure, but they don't look like you and you'll probably get a couple of them awkwardly hi