After a few moments she understands. She is seeing the social engagement she had been forced to attend earlier that day, but from her mother's perspec...ive.The vision wavers and flickers, and ghostly after-images of herself follow it. They break away, each becoming its own entity. All appear as Cassie, but they may have well been strangers.One holds her head high and strolls with an elegance so overly done it crosses into arrogance. Another takes the arm of a well-groomed boy and struts about. She regained control of her jaw. "Did you now."It did not come out like a question."Uh -- it was sorta like an outreach thing from when I was doing the Sex Ed program, you know, with Carl and Beth, last year? We -- the three of us, Drindy and Greg and me -- had come out of the library after I returned my overdue book -- remember? -- and Drindy was complaining that she didn't know anything, so I thought maybe I should -- uh -- show her some stuff... ?"I let my voice fade out before I said too. I’ll fill you two in on my meeting with Miss Wright and some other things. I don’t want to talk about that on the plane.’ The two men nodded their agreement. ‘Jim,’ he said, ‘as soon you can after we land, get on your cell and call Bert Loehman at the office. Tell him I want him waiting in my office when we get back. We need to meet with him today.’ The three men sat without speaking for a minute. It signaled that business details were over for the time being. ‘Hey, Paul,’ Ted called out. ”“Still in the car you had your tits out, letting me fondle them with a couple in another car looking on.”Rana began to squirm in the seat, gripping the sides of her chair to maintain her place.“Are you dripping wet now?”“God, yes. I’m all gooey and dripping down both of my thighs. I have been since...”“Since we last kissed in your apartment!”“YES!” she almost shrieked, but at the last second caught herself.“Yes, what?”“Huh? I don’t...”“Yes, what?”“Oh ... oh, I mean, Yes, Sir.”Her answer.