" He fumbled around for his phone, extracted it from his pocket and handed it over. "Shit." I said. "What? Phone not good enough for you?" "It's not t...at." I replied. I had realized. Not having a phone wasn't the problem. I needed my phone. I didn't know anyone's numbers. They're all programmed in. Who needs to remember a phone number if your phone remembers it? I was going to call Nigel--see if he knew a friendly mechanic. But how could I without my phone? "I don't know the number--it's just. Jeff realized it was a kind of a cattle prod.He turned the knob down to the lowest number and approached his blonde sister, still laying there on her front; bound and not moving much at all save for a little movement here and there. Jeff didn't know how much the prod would sting but he figured on the lowest setting, it probably wouldn't hurt much but would get his point across.He pressed the cold tips to her side and pressed the trigger.To Stephanie, it felt as if she were stung by a huge wasp.. Instead she gave Burnside a frightened look, and, after a very long pause, slowly began taking off her clothes. As instructed, she folded everything and placed it on the coffee table, except for her shoes, which went underneath. Once she was finished, she stood quietly, her arms at her sides, with her attractive tanned body on display to her professor and her RA. She knew better than to try to cover herself. Anyhow, she remembered that Burnside had seen her during the Tri-Alpha run, so there. When the trial date is set." What witnesses?" Charlie demanded."The adulterers Charlie...the adulterers." The who?" The men who fucked my wife...who've cuckolded me."Charlie, his face now bright red, sputtered, "We don't need that kind of evidence...it's a no fault state...we've agreed to the divorce...we're just discussing the settlement terms now Patrick." Still...it can't hurt me in the court of public opinion can it? Although I'm not sure how it'll work if you have to cross examine.