We'll worry about the details later." It looked like every hand in the crowd went up. "Fine, now let me see the hands of those of y'all what want ta d... somethin' else." Nothin'! Not a hand was raised. I 'spose that some of the women might have been influenced by how their friends voted. It didn't make no difference, the vote was solid. No woman was gonna be forced ta join the new whore house ifen she didn't want ta, so I let the question slide."I guess that settles it fer tonight. Sam an' I. You don’t know me.’ Janine whispered, as if even her voice didn’t believe her. ‘How does it feel to be in a room full of people, Janine? How many are there? Can you count them?’ ‘I’ll show you… One, two, three…’ Janine started mentally checking people off. That’s Drew, Natasha, Coach Carter. The dull ache in her head seemed to wane, only to be replaced by a dull ache in her stomach. Was it something she had eaten? Four, five, six. Jackson, Randy, Andrew, or was it Andy… The ache was beginning. He had even developed an access and editing panel.The control board for his viewers had twenty-four small tiles at the top set as four by six to represent and link to the screens on the wall. He then stuck small coloured discs below in rows and left room for a short title block so he could name the camera linked to the disc-shaped button.Selecting a button and then the tile or number of tiles he wanted the picture displayed over, let him view what that camera was looking at. He even developed. Both men followed her like puppies at meal time. She took a seat on the loveseat sofa and started clicking the TV remote to find a flick. Her husband took a seat on his “throne”, a big overstuffed recliner chair. John stood in the middle of the living room with a look of confusion on his face.“Here John, I’ll let you sit next to me,” she said as she pitched some of the decorative pillows off the other end of the sofa. John took a seat next to her on the sofa and continued sipping his beer. As.