"The kneeler looked at him carefully. "Do you know your name?" he asked."Yes," he said."What is it?" Kevin. Kevin Molders." Are you hurt?" I don't thi...k so," Kevin said. "My head hurts. I'd like to put it on apillow and go to sleep." Yeah well maybe you need to stay awake until we figure out whathappened to you."Kevin didn't say anything."Can you stand up?" I don't think so," Kevin said.They helped him up. He didn't weigh much, even with the wet clothes,and once he was upright he discovered. The temp files suffered a CRC errors. The power didn't go out and the computer didn't fail but the temp files were corrupt. New files were automatically made by the programs. I was able to salvage those damaged files before they were wiped just a few minutes later. I figured they were onto me but I was mistaken I guess, because I could get right back in again. In fact, I'm still there with a program to try to find something else." What are the files you found?" Two are spreadsheets with lab. His Dad and Uncle Charles’ old friend and the former pilot for the FBI Los Angeles office, Gordon Brown, had gotten him hooked on flying when he was a boy. Gordon had bought an old used Cessna years back and had taught Brad how to help him work on the engine and get it ready for flying. Then he had given Brad flying lessons starting when he was fifteen when Lynda had finally relented to her son’s constant pleading despite her fear of all the things that could go wrong… Tom had also helped try. The first things you are going to learn is that I can and will cause you pain. Lots of pain! I hope you will learn to get off with it or your life is about to become a living hell, it is your choice.” I spit the words out emphasizing every one of them. “Like hell you haven’t touched me. What the fuck would you call this, you bastard? You cocksuckers, leave me alone, all of you. I will see you in hell before I submit!’ My eyes almost shot out sparks. ‘I am taking you as my slut wife. You will.