It was Angie (Kim’s best friend) and she was laughing. Billy rolled the window down and Kim asked him if he was enjoying the show. His face grew red...as he was sporting a massive hard-on in his pants. Before Billy could answer, Angie said, “Looks like your weapon is loaded and ready for action”. Angie was always teasing Billy and giving him a hard time. He rolled the window up and drove off in a flash.A few hours later Billy had filled up his belly with some fast-food and was hanging out with. “Oh, Bill! Hooold me,” she pleaded through her tears and sobs. I took her in my arms and held her while she cried some more with her head on my shoulder. I rubbed her back some to try to make her feel better.“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly after a time, when she seemed a little better.“Oh Bill, I so wanted to hug my uncle today, but I knew that I couldn’t. The Amulets wouldn’t allow it, but I so needed to. He used to pick me up and hug me when I was a little girl. Later he would just hug me. It was only that evening, when the lamp in the room she shared with her twenty-two year old brother George had been blown out that she began answering his questions. In a whisper she told him what happened, and how it didn't seem as bad as being beaten. "He made you do WHAT?" George whispered incredulously. "It's easier if I show you," Nancy replied. "Come over here." Quietly, George got out of bed, pulled the curtains open, flooding the room with moonlight, and sat on the bed next to his. ’ Anyway, my sales thing… I got my bosses to ignore my expense reports because I was generating so much money. I started generating leads at trade shows and conventions. There is at least one per week someplace. I would show up and walk the hall, picking the hottest of the booth babes and letting the pheromones fly. Within the first hour I would have three or more arranged to meet me for a party I was ‘hosting’ at some local bar. Next I would look for the sort of executive who would be grabbing.