Owt

Quietly, she sat -- staring into the night's sky. He approached her from behind and placed his hands on her shoulders. She was startled, and quickly turned her head to see who was there. Recognizing his face from the morning's paper, she tried to scream, but only a whimper escaped from her parched mouth before he was able to place his large, rough hands over her dry lips. His lips formed a smirky smile as he stared down at her with piercing eyes. She was wishing now she had listened to Dan.

As she was leaving from work that afternoon, Dan had offered to give her a ride home. He was worried about her safety, with a known rapist on the loose. He even suggested that she consider staying with him and Becky until the criminal had been caught. Alice and Becky had known each other since grade school. They were old chums, and Alice knew that Becky wouldn't mind her being there. Yet Alice still insisted that she couldn't impose. So she declined Dan's offer and, with a stack of unfinished paperwork tucked beneath her arm, she headed out to catch the bus.

The bus ride home was typical enough. She caught the bus at 15th and Grand, paid her fare, and pushed her way to the back of the bus, which was packed beyond the point of standing room only. But if she was going to stand, she preferred it be in the back, where occasionally a rare, polite teenager might offer her a seat. In the front, the seats were always taken by the elderly and the disabled, and there was no chance they would stand to let her take their place. And on this day, none of the teenagers in the back of the bus offered her a seat, either. So she rode the 3 and a half mile distance home -- standing, with her paperwork still tucked beneath her arm and her purse clutched tightly in both hands. She then got off at Burcham and walked the remaining 5 blocks to her apartment.

Once home, she fixed herself a quick microwave meal -- chicken tortellini with broccoli in alfredo sauce and some cranberry-apple crisp for dessert. She ate quickly while watching a Golden Girls rerun, then stretched out on her couch for a little nap. She was in for a dreadfully long night of playing catch-up with her paperwork, and realised she would need some rest to help her get through it. She woke up an hour and a half later, feeling more groggy and listless than when she first laid down. She decided she should go for a little walk to get her blood pumping and oxygen to her brain so she could wake up enough to think clearly again.

Eno

The objective here is not to make claim of adverse reaction. Nor is it to undermine the residual feelings and demographical flowering of worldly thoughts represented in varying degrees of faded hues. But rather, I make attempt now of outlining the deep seated hatred towards humanity which is experienced by virtually all "artificially sweetened" aristocrats.
"Going from the garden to the cellar in no more than one leap", can be used as a grand example of exactly what I refer to in the initial paragraph. For is it not stated in flyer after discarded flyer, that catering to the needs of those in charge of the sobriety of being will do far more harm than good?
In short, as we embark upon this mental safari into the jungle that one might refer to as "The Rapture of the Indigent Few", allow not the coercions or extrapolations drilled so heavily into our minds through out our lives of comparative luxury, to enter into our thoughts or to color our judgements of the forbearers actions under such heinous circumstances as will be documented in the forth coming chapters.