The second patron, an older man in a bermuda shirt and kahki shorts, says "Fuck this..." takes a map book from the stand, walks away from the store an... hops into an RV and he continues on his way to who knows where. The third person, a young teenage boy who keeps eyeing an old BMX bicycle leaning against the glass, laughs and takes the first customer's forty dollars, steals a nudie magazine then runs out and hops on his bike, high tailing it to his local hang out, I'm sure. The fourth person, a. I have to really be a hard-nosed bitch when dealing with some of them and my imagination has always been pretty “out there” so just in case, I closed my door and sat down before picking up the note and opening it. My heart was beating double time and I know my face was flushed. The words I read did not help my heart rate either, they were cryptic and said only “Meet me at dock 15, in the empty orange container”. You see we import natural stone from around the world and the container referred. She knew enough of the new slavery laws to know that she had sealed her own fate. After she was coded, collared, and more than that, she would have no rights at all and would legally be a possession, nothing more than that. She was chattel, her own son’s property, no less.“Well, now that the fidelity issue is resolved, in favor of infidelity as well as incest, there’s no point in trying to fight my desires. I want you, Bruce. I want to be your girlfriend again. Before you say it, I know what. ” “Cool.” Tim gathered me to him, softly folding me in his arms and kissing me tenderly. He was sweet. I tried to relax but I froze stiff as his hands slid over my top, cupping my left breast and making me sigh with tension. “Relax, don’t hold yourself so tight. Here, touch me.” He took my hand and laid it underneath his shirt. His skin felt so hot, so slick with perspiration. I was hooked. Pleasure of the flesh began to intoxicate me. He took my hands and pushed them down to his waist before I.