”“I think that is the biggest problem with how we currently do things,” I said. “Our people have been unwilling or stifled when new concepts a...d ways of doing things are required.”“I don’t believe our fore-parents did us any favours trying to keep control the way they did. It was greedy and wrong. They must have known that the way of life they had adopted wasn’t sustainable in the long run.”“It has worked for thousands of years,” Dick blustered.“No, it hasn’t. They wouldn’t have tried to change. I put my clothes into the dryer, sat down and lit a cigarette(I sometimes smoked back then) and let my mind drift, what if there was a r****t in here with me, would I let him do the dirty with me.It was so quiet, adding to the ambiance, the room spartan and bare except for clunky box like machines, dampish with mops and buckets, being ****d in here, would probably be across one of the machines, they were at the right height, he could get his cock up me without much problem, the machine might be. We are going to talk about Pat's insurance and Pat's house and ... You will have a place." I can't live there, Dave. Just can't." I would hope not." Dave glanced back at me. I nodded. "I would hope you stay with me and Carlita." Why, Dave?" Because we love you." But..." We LOVE you," I said. "We ... if you left, we would hurt, Brindy."Dave reached across the center console and touched her arm. She broke into tears.I cried again. No Pat. From the day Dave brought me home, there was Pat, trying. To this end, I severed the remainder of my two year contract, paid the assholes off and set out to find myself a new service provider and a new phone. The mall was no good... all the pimply faced clerks wanted to do was to sell me a high priced gadget that had more bells and whistles than the Queens knickers drawer and a high dollar contract that would make the Rockefellers blush. I decided to take a walk down the street from the mall to escape the mind numbing sales antics. Only about a block.