"Well, then. And she is sent here to be punished, isn't she? It is our commission from the Pauline College, isn't it?" Oh yes", Noenoe replies. "Punis... the girl." I do", and the big singletail starts cracking on me again. "Today is an exceptional day for you, she-monkey", Kadarch says between to blows. "Today you get a new job." I see, Master." Crack! Crack! Tigresspalm laughs. "You are preparing her well, Gorilla." Yes, I do. She has to type a manuscript. It is Dutch." I don't understand. Marie read the ad again, checking the directions once more to see if she was on the right track. She had walked a few blocks already and there was no sign of a building with a cute cat-octopus hybrid logo on any of the buildings, it was her first-time inn in Japan after all. The navigation led her to a building with big doors, average looking from the outside, with no logo or indication of it being a studio, but the door was not locked so she decided to take her chance.Even though she had done. "It hurts my ears."She tried to turn her head to find the man but couldn't. She tried to move her body, but found that her knees -- parted a foot or so -- wouldn't move and must have also been bound, perhaps to the sedan's grill or bumper.She began to sob, asking, "What's going on...? Who are you...? Why are you doing this to me?"She felt one, then another hand settle upon her ass, which she now realized was a bare and exposed as her breasts, pressed against the warm hood of the luxury. Just before our 30th anniversary, and six months away from the New Millennium, I sat one afternoon in the back yard. My bottle of White Zinfandel stood in the ice bucket next to my chair. I considered my life. I made a decision. I rose from the chair and went to the house. In the "family room" (I had to laugh: what family?) I went to the bar and pulled out the tequila. I poured a shot and sliced a lime from the little fridge behind the bar. Before I drank it I went to the stereo.We had a CD.