It's not my place to make the argument one way or the other. I had no political loyalties to speak of. I lived what I believed was a simple life on a ...ore-or-less predictable career track. I had a pretty normal lifestyle, save for maybe some odd artistic inclinations that I preferred not to make common knowledge to my peers. But apparently those same artistic inclinations are what made them take out a file on me--to keep an eye on me and to make sure I wouldn't be of any threat to their. You know him better than I do. Any suggestions?Susan: I know what helped me when I was a girl.Richard: What?Susan: Nooooo… I cannot allow you to spank him.Richard: Oh really. Why not?Susan: He has never been spanked. It would traumatize him.Richard: Who spanked you, Susan?Susan: Daddy.Richard: Did that help you?Susan: After daddy spanked me a few times, I became very focused on avoiding the experience whenever I could. All I had to do was to be in my dad’s presence and my bottom would. "Hello Wendy," said the younger guy, his eyes on my bust. There's nothing unusual about guys looking at my bust, they have been doing it every since they got past a B cup."Do you want to come with us?" the older guy asked.Don't be silly, no way you pervs, I thought."Oh yes please," I heard myself answer, and I found myself walking after them towards the car park. What's going on here? what am I doing? I thought. Just then we reached their car, a large saloon. I'm not up on cars so I don't know. The following Tuesday, Michelle was closing the store when Nathan appeared with a couple of shopping bags. She was happy to see him, though dismayed that he chose to arrive so late. "We're closing, I'm sorry," she offered. "No worries, I'll wait for you outside the store, if that's okay," he said. What did he have planned? she wondered. After closing the store, turning off the lights and locking the doors, she met him outside in the common area of the mall on a bench where he sat anxiously..