But Jeremy was right about one thing: Torrie was way too smart to be working at a fuckin’ gas station. Rachel remembered when her friend was reading...a book every day or so. Poetry, philosophy, prose . . . she had been one of those renaissance women that they made movies about. And Rachel couldn’t even figure out what had happened. It was like . . . like Torrie had slowly stopped caring . . . about anything. She heard her father and his friends making a lot of noise as they watched the. Another appendage involving discipline allows a wide range of punishments at the company’s discretion to correct any unsatisfactory performances. From monetary fines that can amount to more then one’s actual salary, it ranges to include the corporal use of the cane for even minor offences. More severe offences allow for actual imprisonment, and even up to a series of torturous discipline sessions. Summed up, basically, her body’s no longer hers during the course of her open ended employment. She said i like to see people happy, well this could go wrong they could take it the wrong way. i knew it was time to take her home she had enough drink in her she was being silly. i stood up and said let's go, no i want to dance, Dawn walked to the dance floor and started to dance, i hadn't even got to her and she had 3 men dancing with her, i said to them thanks lads but i'm here now, Dawn told me it's Ok let them dance, she was flirting with them and it was getting out of hand now, they were. “From my mom,” I said. “She loved jazz and that’s all we ever listened to.” He said he had a gig Saturday and asked if I would like to sing with his trio. “I gotta work Saturday,” I said, “But maybe I can get off early.” “You’ve got to. You’re damn good. Wait until the guys I play with hear you.” “Cool, I can’t wait,” I said looking at him then at Gabe. I was excited and scared. “The place we’re playing is pretty much of a dive and we play to a lot of drunks but it’s a gig and the owner, Ed,.