My parents have been married for about 19 years. They met while in college at Georgetown University. My dad was born and raised in Washington, DC. Hi... mother was half Seminole and half black. He did not know his father, but only that he was a white man who used to be in DC on business a lot. My mother is Filipino and came to the states as a teenager with her mother. She grew up outside of DC in Arlington, Virginia. They both worked for the State Department and had attained high security. By this time, in the late 80's, I had already met Kim. I had met her on a telephone job in the city. Her and I had become quite serious and she would later become my wife. Rich was a bit more of a freewheeling ladies man. He always seemed to have a different girl every week. He had no qualms about it. In all the years I knew Rich, I never recall him getting serious about a girl for any length of time. He seemed to live by the rule 'love ‘em and leave ‘em.'That is why I was so shocked one day I. Based on the looks on the other girls' faces, I figured I might be the only volunteer attendee. A volunteer was still pretty rare, even though the camps began accepting volunteers several years ago. When the New Order took over the continent, they established a dozen of these camps to train women in sexual practices as punishment for crimes. They'd be trained and either kept by a party member as a concubine or sold into slavery. The justice system was harsh under the New Order.About three years. What we need to know is, how YOU knew this," the doctor said."I knew because someone told me that was what was happening. So I got my sister and came here with her. Before you ask me, no, I don't know what she took. No, I don't know where she was when she got poisoned, or took whatever she has in her system," I said, trying to head off the inevitable questions I could not answer truthfully."Who told you her kidneys were failing?" the doctor asked me."A guy in a no nonsense suit, with a bad.