You gave me your card.”“Of course. How are you?”“Pretty bad.”“When can I see you?” Her voice was firm, businesslike.“I don’t know. I...don’t even know why I called you.” Suddenly all the feelings that I had bottled up came pouring out. She just listened as I sobbed my story to her over the phone.“Where are you now?” she asked.“In my apartment.” I gave her the address.“I’ll be there in half an hour,” she said.I hadn’t shaved in almost a week, although my beard was hardly noticeable. That’s what. "No, I didn't know," now wondering why she was telling me this."Jessica is a free spirit and seems sexually liberated but has been saving herself for the right guy. I think that's pretty unusual in this time of free love," Sandy said, obviously trying to say something more to me."Yea, I guess," I said.I must have had a strange look on my face because Sandy said, "I think she has found the right guy."I continued to look at her, not comprehending what she was trying to get at.Finally she sighed. So, we set up shop in McElroy Auditorium, which was on the ground of some cattle congress bullshit, oh and trust me, with what i am gonna tell you, a lot of beefsteak was shared. So, we rocked the place out. During one of the Ministry's hit songs, as i was rocking to the instrumental, there was this hot looking tranny who wore these sexy black fishnet ripped stockings, with a punk schoolgirl skirt, with a dark pink rocker corset top, and goth rebel boots. She lifted her top and she flashed me. The risk of his existence being true resulted in a damnable future for all one hundred and forty nine other survivors, whom otherwise could have been relocated to a hospitable Star, per the customary protocol.The unfairness of the matter angered Sergeant Heyxin, but she had to obey her Chief Inspector, not to mention the Kon Juya Constabulary’s rules.“You will have to conform to the Rakmon Penitentiary’s regulations. Will you be able to do it?”... The Rakmon Penitentiary was originally a mining.