”She quickly checked her book, found the page with my name and confirmed my address promising to have it delivered later that afternoon. I told her ...e would be out for at least the next two hours and that early evening would be fine and then left the bar. Outside the sun was still warm and after a short stroll we came to the salon where a tinkling bell announced our entrance. The owner, a thirty something attractive woman with a little too much tan, came over and greeted us.“Mistress Christine. Could have been a plague or it could have been that one robot arm, seemingly a little too sentient, taking revenge.With logistics gone, there was no more fast-food and no more coffee (Also medicine and other, less important, stuff). And, so, Hipsters, deprived of ethically produced coffee - made with only a smidgeon of local slavery - roamed the streets in a very lazy, un-caffeinated rage. Guess what? They used to be tired and angry, now they're just tired and dead. Not too dead. Just dead. I was repeatedly mauled, talked dirty to, and evenstretched over a table while one customer pretended to rape my latex cladbackside, to the cheers of everyone watching. At some point a customerat the bar bought me a drink and, while I stood alongside him with hishand exploring me, I made myself slow down as I drank it. That unbiddenstiffness inside my chastity cage persisted. I decided to try talking toAlana. Surely, if she intervened, I could get out of at least theremainder of my payback. Well, I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t at least inquire.”Katie didn’t like the way this conversation was heading. She needed to shut it down until she could get her responses worked out. “Bobby is Frances Reid’s brother and Frances and I are friends. He is new to the area, so I offered to show him around some. It was more convenient to stay in San Antonio than drive back last night, and Bobby offered to put me up. I took the opportunity to visit my parents while I was in town, and.