"My parents would have loved you being their kid...you little wild child. It drove them nuts that I planned everything and was the little over achieve.... Which was outside of their hippie laid back world." I share with her"Hmph, well my parents wouldn't of liked you." I furrow my brow at her odd statment. She catches my look and quickly apologizes. "No sweetie, I didn't mean it that way. They would LOVE you because you are a bad ass business woman, but they are just too old fashion...that's. ."."No buts! I have had enough of your excuses. What does last chance mean, Lucinda?" It means I should pack up my desk and leave?" I venture as I glance up at his round, middle aged face and quickly down again."Does it now?" he replies with a callous sneer.Raymond Johnson's hideous brown and cream suit is far too tight but buttoned all the way up regardless. His huge belly appears to be begging for release and the orange tie around his neck looks like it's strangling him. I wish it. I flipped open my journal and made a note for Missy's morning visit, adding to the total in the margin. I had, I less than two months, enjoyed sexual congress with seventeen different females, mostly young and willing, and had pumped out my jism in a Southern belle forty-two times. Not bad for a man who had entered the Union army as a virginal second lieutenant. Sherman may have burned it way from Atlanta, I raped mine.Ginger would, I was sure, become number eighteen, and I looked forward to. In my head I was counting, I know Kim had woken up too and would be calling an ambulance and the police. So in my head I was counting, 35 minutes with heavy morning traffic, provided there were no other accidents to take care of first. I could see the driver of the car ghost white and shaking behind the wheel of her shiny new BMW. Wondering why new cars incite us to speed I look around for the driver of the motorcycle. For a moment all I could fix on was the bike, twisted and abused, lying.