Waving and taking pictures as the boat departed from thedock, Rich sat at his computer that night to downloadthe shots and print a copy of each. Then ...ame that lastshot of them waving from the back of the deck, but atopthe boat was the muscular black deckhand hired to handlechores, and his evil smile while gazing at Nell belowwas unnerving as the bastard was squeezing at hisbulging crotch.Upon meeting up with them as scheduled, Rich learnedthat his nightly dreams and fantasies of his. He looked for a button marked Command Center and, sure enough, there it was in the bottom right corner. He and Joanie exchanged glances and he clicked on it twice.A box with a blinking icon greeted him. Beneath it, it read, Whatever you enter, the subject will immediately feel or become after pressing the ‘send’ button.Before Joanie could speak, Chuck typed, Joanie Arnovsky will accept without question anything you say, propose or suggest and hit the button. Her mouth opened as she began to. I pushed her away and spoke, "What's going on? I thought you hated me and wanted to make my life hell. Earlier today you had a guy push me and throw my shit, but now you want to make out in an empty classroom?" She stared at me for a moment and replied, "Okay, I know this may seem weird to you and you can leave if you want to, but hear me out. I know we were friends before high school and I never meant for us not to be but things happened and here we are. I don't mean to be a huge bitch, but. As he played another song, ‘Man in Motion,’ by John Parr, Abby pointed to a small stack of flyers in her hand, motioning to Brad she was going to hand them out to shoppers.Out of his line of sight, she put the stack of papers on the table. “Mrs. Miller, can I ask you to help me for a few minutes?”“Of course, I can, what do you need?” She asked, eyeing her conservatively dressed, yet still sensual-looking figure.“I want to buy a Christmas present for Brad, and I have something in mind. I’d like.