She stole one more quick glance, an image flashed in her head, left and then came back to settle in her minds eye.She was sixteen again, staring up th... long driveway to her family home which sat back from the road. Behind her she heard the school bus pull away that she had just stepped from. She began to walk towards the house, the sun warmed her and a cool spring breeze licked at her cheeks.She walked up the stairs that lead to the front door of the house. A bird which had been sitting on the. Her male companion was similarly garbed less the bra top. Both of them looked to be in their teen's age wise.When the four of them had been released, she motioned them to follow her and once again put her finger to her lips indicating silence. They followed her to a vent grill that had been removed. She quickly ducked down and crawled into the duct on her knees. The rest followed with her male companion bringing up the rear and replacing the vent grill. They crawled through the duct for what. Memories. The present, the future. Even fictional stories. They are killing me. I'm spending nights up, writing things so sad that I sometimes cry, and then I look out and it's morning, the sun is rising, and I have to go to work. I work like a zombie. I fall asleep in my office, and only notice because the phone rings, someone enters, the computer makes a noise every now and them because I set it to. But I'm writing. All this time, when I'm talking to people, when I'm at one of those endless. Two of them had retail sales experience and one of those two had sold appliances. Two others had industrial sales experience and the fifth was Kim. Three men and two women.To be honest, when it came to everything except electronics, I had a preference for female sales people. They used the products we sold far more than men did. Most of them could operate any sewing machine, microwave oven, or washing machine. True, some of the new models were much more electronically sophisticated, but they.