It was a small town where most people made their living at one of the pulp mills or growing tobacco or cotton.It was big news when my Dad told me that...Huey McPherson had said I could have a bag boy job at his grocery store. Mr. Huey as most people called him owned most of the county. He was the local politician and very wealthy. He told my Dad for me to go see his son-in-law who managed the store and tell him to put me to work.I started working and it was not long before I started to understand. For some reason, this just seemed wrong to me. Of course, we live in different times, nowadays. The famous de Sade spent quite a lot of time in prison for his writings, so he might not have always had a choice in these matters. I also guess that some of that psychobabble horse shit was sticking to me. I sighed.I arrived at the professor's office at three fifty-five. The receptionist shivered slightly as I entered the room, no doubt remembering how I had so easily made her reschedule the. He was able to see then that she hadn’t worn a bra to his house; he had no way of knowing of the distractions she had had to contend with while trying to head to his house.His instinct told him to pull down her shirt, but he realized that if he did, and she awoke, it could easily be misconstrued as sexual assault. And that would be bad.Instead, he went and got another blanket (human sized) from his bedroom and used that to cover her. Should she awaken, there would be no misunderstanding. As it. Why I was wondering what my sisters body looked like was beyond me, I shook the thought from my head. Whats up sis, I inquired. At first I thought she hadnt heard me. She sat stiffly in the chair and stared across the road at the motel, her eyes wide and unblinking. Hello, I said, rapping on the table with my knuckles. Sorry Jack, lost in thought there, she offered as an explanation while turning to face me. So whats the problem sis, I asked when the waitress left with my order for just coffee..