" "What are you talking about??" I asked desperately. In response, she slaps me in the face hard. Then she drags me by my cuffed hands into the hotel ...athroom, where a hot shower is running. It's so hot I'm already sweating, and she tells me to take off my clothes or else it will be all the worse; her tone makes me obey."You're filthy and hairy, so first I'm going to clean you up, and then teach you what true justice is." She handcuffs me to the shower curtain rod, and drenches me in (a little. “Poor people” didn’t excite me so much since far too many of them are responsible for their own predicament because of choices they made. If it affected children, I’d assist the family to help the children, but only by offering the adults a job with housing, whatever food we grew and raised, and medical benefits--just like all my other employees. Of the twenty-two families that initially accepted my offer of jobs, only five remain. The rest seemed to think that the government or someone else. We headed to the bar in the EDM area, and I had a long island ice tea, then one more, then one more. I started to get dizzy, so I stopped, and headed to the dance floor.As I danced, I noticed a tall handsome guy with a mustache was looking at me while he was talking to his friends. I kept dancing with Emily, as we occasionally hugged and kissed each other, laughing for no reason.We got thirsty, headed back to bar, and I sat next to the mustache guy. He looked at me and said “Hi, my name is. " She swiped the cards through a reader on her e-pad and handed them back. "I'm glad to see you keep your man's card." Well, I think that's what I'm supposed to do isn’t it?" Caroline responded primly. She wasn't in the mood to be patronised by a women twenty years her junior. The regulations were perfectly clear on that. Graham wasn't allowed to carry his ident card except when specifically authorised and absolutely necessary. That was what having a sponsored male meant."Yes. Yes. Of course..