I know what he said, but it’s more like I remember all the other times he’s given that speech rather than because I listened to it this time.“A ...ong time ago, I forget when, I heard a story. I don’t know which part of Asia it comes from. In fact I don’t even know if it’s true or not, but it’s a great story so I’ve always remembered it. The story goes that there is a place somewhere in Asia where they describe hell as a place where a huge banquet is spread out. The sinners who deserve to be. I walked in took off my clothes and put mynormal sweat pants for bed. As I was laying there I looked at my wife'sdresser. The drawers on the right side were all hers and mine were on theleft.I got up and walked over and opened the top drawer on the right side. Itwas her bra and panty drawer. The scent of her sachet hit my nostrils andsent me into overdrive. I took off my tee shirt and sweatpants andbriefs. I took out a matching pair of panties and bra. They were a winecolor with black lace. I. “Not very well. Can your team check out the current status of Susie Brown and Duke Bigdick?”“Is it ok if we examine your memories to retrieve their details?”“Sure.”“What did you see?”“Your classmates were married when Susie’s father learned that Duke had knocked her up.”“Yeah. That much I already knew. What are they doing now?”“Susie is a single mother with three children. She works as a waitress at a diner on Route 7 and pulls an occasional train to make ends meet.”“What about Duke?”“He is. .. ?" Marsha added. She closed the door behind her. The young blonde policegirl had noticed Carinya's sudden disappearance from the party. Instinctively, Marsha knew that, the kneeling woman was a prostitute... "MMMM, " a seductive 'female' voice whispered, "GOOD EVENING, Constable Marsha McINTYRE!" WHAT..." the wide-eyed 'Miss Victoria Police' stammered. "YOU KINKY BITCH, SARGE - PROSTITUTES?"The blonde policegirl turned. Another prostitute stood in the open doorway of the nearest toilet.