I stood naked in my room and thought about what a lovely girl Sandra was.****“You bastard,” Jenny hissed in my ear the next day in the kitchen.“...hat?”I turned around, my back to the microwave. She stepped in close enough I could smell the mint gum on her breath.“My girl tasted of cum this morning when I kissed her.”“Wasn’t me.”“Liar. There is no other man here that she would be with.”I pointed at a couple of guys in their 20’s hanging laundry. “What about those?”She slowly shook her head. “No,. "I'm gonna be a shopaholic!"And as she passed the coffee houses and bars, seeing couples out ondates. She pictured herself on a date with a boy. She imagined what itwould be like to across from Jonas staring into his eyes. A shiver wentdown her spine.It was all going to be hers in a couple of days. But for now, she justneeded to get through the night. She had to see Jonas.She rounded the corner of the block where the Party Zone was and shecould hear the music blasting. The butterflies in. I also knew there was no way I was ever going to be able to repay the company such a large amount out of my meager salary. I also knew that restitution alone would not be enough. I had to be punished severely for my actions to deter others from committing similar crimes." So you accepted your sentence of slavery as fair?" Well ... yes. Yes sir I mean. Indenturing me would not have been enough for what I had done. I accepted that I needed to be enslaved to satisfy the punishment requirement as. I liked lemon meringue, but pie wasn't the point of the exercise. I gave her my warmest tired smile and nodded. "Then I'd like a piece of that apple pie, with cheddar cheese."She practically beamed at me and turned to get it.I smiled at her until she turned away, then took a sip of my coffee. It was hot, black, and strong, just the way I like it. That's one thing I didn't miss about the Corps--the coffee sucked.When she returned with my pie, I pasted on my best charming smile and she actually.