My third day on the job, I had had a rough morning. I hadn't switched laundry loads from the washer to the dryer and had no panties clean to wear that...day. I figured if I wore my skirt, no one would notice the lacking panty lines and there was nothing in a library that wearing a skirt without panties would hinder me from doing. About an hour before library closing, a man came in needing access to the archives. Mrs. Franks the head librarian had me assist him by letting him into the restricted. I was sorry. Id always thought I understood remorse. Id always thought I knew what it meant to want, no need, forgiveness. My caste finds no redeeming value in apologies, she said grimly as she opened to door. Was that it? No salvation left? No second chance? Would I go to Hell? She turned her head over her shoulder and spoke in a harsh voice through a clenched jaw. You already have. Burn. She left and I wept around the hose in my mouth, alone. Profane the Haunted Heaven, Jeering, Leapt Into. I thought he was gone, she mumbled to herself as she entered her room. He shouldn’t be here. But I can pretend like it never happened. Sealed like an envelope. Sealed with a kiss. And kisses aren’t given lightly. Fortunately for Travis, Adele was a fast dresser and she was back downstairs in a matter of minutes. She had grabbed the first clothes at hand: her favorite hole-ridden jeans and her college sweatshirt, pulled on a pair of socks, and hurried back to her guest. In the meantime, Travis. Raymond ignored his sister’s point. ‘I got to see the CAD Room. They let me go right in! I’ve never seen anything like it. After that, we went on a tour of the plant. They showed me how the designs become machines.’ Of course, James would have enjoyed taking Raymond himself, and visiting with his old friend. With the accusation standing against him, a trip to Rochester with a young male was out of the question. He persuaded Tracey to take the day off and drive Raymond, instead. Raymond’s.