But now, it seems I've got an economy to rescue again," President Alan said as he strode into the Oval Office."Hey, could you do me a favor?" Josh ask...d, approaching a young man wearing a wool cap despite the intense heat of the Arizona summer. The man just stepped from his truck and looked to be a bit of a slacker. He seemed to be Josh's ideal candidate."Huh?" the guy asked, caught off guard, glancing at Josh in confusion."Could you help me out and mail this for me? I'll give you twenty bucks. Bob got a good look at the whipping he had just administered and wondered if he had gone too far. Such a beautiful fair girl to endure a whipping intended for only hardened criminals seemed harsh but he needed to know if she was the one. I lay over Bob’s lap again feeling that same comfort I felt the day before plus his erection was there again. Over the next few minutes I gradually began to spread my legs wider and wider, hoping he would take that as an invitation. He applied the lotion all. I tell him where I'm from and how desperately I need to start meeting people and find a place to stay. I can tell that he finds me attractive. I catch him frequently glancing at my big perky breasts. I haven't had sex since I left Toronto, and that was over 12 hours ago! I’m looking at him with lust hungry eyes. I lean in close to him and ask how long until the afternoon crowd starts coming in. All I can think about is him fucking me in front of the window for all passers by to see. He tells me. Reports from psychologists, police, statements, events, and legal jargon. Seventy-seven pages all because of one lie. Seventy-seven pages that contain hole-y information. Seventy-seven pages that I, as well as many others, would love to burn if it would help. Seventy-seven pages that have helped to put an innocent man in jail. Every two weeks I walk down a frightening hallway. It’s cold, sterile. The walls and floors are icy white, broken only by a few pale blue tiles and safety-orange.