“It’s time to leave, Now.”She doesn’t even say goodbye to those nearby and walkssilently out the door after Him.“Did you...enjoy dancing?”“Yes, my sir, it was very nice.”“And was it comfortable?”“It was a bit uncomfortable, Sir.”“No one knew, did they?”“Sir, they did not.”“Very well, let’s go home.”She crawls obediently into the cab of his pickup. Theclimb into it makes her whimper. While I had never been a rapist or a serial killer... well ... who knew when I might describe group conduct that could include conduct I had myself engaged in?When I installed this personal exemption thing, I had the passing thought that surely I was overreaching. I had never deluded myself into thinking that I was without sin. I knew I wasn’t any more morally upright than the average man on the street.Why, then, was I taking this extra precaution, creating this one-man, all-purpose-exempt. Lying there catching our breath afterward, Barry turned to me. "Well, that was intense." Talking about vacations makes me horny," I said."You're kidding."I rolled him over and trapped him for kissing. "Almost. We were riding along after we talked about what to do with our weeks and I was listening to the music and thinking about you and me, how I changed – my life changed – since I met you. The more I thought, the more I realized how you got ALL of me going." You are so easy to adore, Jess," he. He tried to get up, started to move, then coughed as he received a foot in the ribs for his effort."Who sent you?" one man asked roughly.Enemy! The boy's mind screamed at him inside his head; the conditioning took over. In an instant, his palms cooled and his throat eased up; he breathed. The message was gone! Even if he were so inclined, the boy could not have told the men anything they wanted to know. That did not stop them from asking."Who are you trying to find?"Enemy!"What's the message.