Opyright 2004 by LVWolfman, All rights reserved - June 29, 2003ForwardWelcome to my first published fiction (other than perhaps my resume.)While I'm a...fan of erotic mind control stories, I've noticed that many of the first published stories by amateur authors fall into this genre and use many of the same cliches. This was recently explained to me as being the "Hello World!" of erotic literature. (For those with no programming experience, the reference books for almost every programming language. . Joel knows that whatever decision he made, the most he could hope for was "maybe.” Maybe Anna would be happy and settle down, maybe not. Only time would tell if his choice was good or bad. This really doesn’t make his choice easier, but it does give him some peace of mind knowing that he could not possibly know the correct path to take. Ted Hawking’s gravelly voice rings out, he knows the song word for word and sings along, "I had a strange conversation, my baby called me on the phone. She. She wanted to protest again, but she dared not. Her ass stung from the blow of the baton, and she had no doubt that the guard would not hesitate to rain down several more, even harder blows, just as Madame Sharon was wont to do whenever Susan forgot herself and voiced a complaint or an objection. She bit her lips, while warm tears streamed down her face. If the guard rammed the baton up her ass, the weapon could well rip her entrails. Susan could bleed to death from the injuries. Susan heard. Jackson, Chicago, ILIt's name was Pandemonium and it's domain was anywhere The State Department could reach. The President was coming and the bureaucracy was going nuts trying to cross every "T" along with dotting every "I". His itinerary was pored over endlessly by group after group and as is usually the case in too many cooks, the soup was looking mighty sad.Finally the head of mission had reached the breaking point. After notifying everyone on staff that the next person to lend-a-hand would.