I think I'm better working than just sitting thinking of them."Doug left us and a minute later Ma came in to check I was okay. She focussed more on th... immediate situation; was I feeling like lunch? I was and Anna and I followed her into the kitchen.Brent was home and was prevailed upon to join us. He too expressed his sympathies to me; rather a surprise but appreciated regardless of my actual state. I had to pick a little bit. I couldn't appear entirely unmoved but I still managed to put away. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where was she? Was she in a cell like hers? Was she ok? Why did Margaret think that joining the demonstration would be fun? Why did Amy joyously join in? Fuck! Fuck! She was truly fucked. Would anyone believe her explanation? More to the point, was there anyone in this prison that could communicate with her in English?Her demons hounded her well into the night. Exhaustion finally took its toll. Amy fell asleep to dream that hell had opened up and swallowed. ..well hot.But the dominant guys, those were something.I frequent some chat rooms, hunting for the perfect guy. For most part it is only dissappoitment. Only talk, they lure some nudes (and I am careful, mind you) and they are gone. I end up visciously masturbating to porn, often multiple times.But then I found one. He was older, normal bulid, but I do not care much about how you look. He was dominant and started to message me about how he is going to take me to a local gay sauna and take me.. Find out where she is, and set up another time for the hit," I explained. "It might be a black-bag job."We started walking back down the alley to our taxi."I'm getting a bad feeling about this whole op," I said. Shooter knew what I meant."Hey, Spotter, I'm really sorry that I didn't just do her yesterday, like I was supposed to," Cupid told me.I was surprised, Shooter doesn't apologize very often. The last time was when he shot Samson, not his assigned target, Delilah. Instead of Delilah being.