I found out that she liked to fish, a hobby we both loved. Strawberry was her favorite flavor of ice cream. We both hated 'Old Yeller', but had a thin... for the old Benjie movies. Things like that.I really enjoyed my time with her. The way she smiled and laughed at my lame jokes. More than once on one of these day 'dates', a waiter or maybe even an old couple, would comment on how happy we were together.I even took her to my work place--she WAS my sister-in-law--to show her around.Funny thing,. She smiled at Peter. Peter said we should all try some of the weed. He rolled a joint and passed it to Carol. She took a hit and passed it to me. I suggested we have a drink. I went to the in-room bar and got some gin, vermouth and ice. While I was making martinis Carol sat on the couch next to Peter. She had her hand on his thigh and was looking directly into his eyes.The joint was very powerful. Soon we were all slightly looped. I turned on the radio playing some reggae music. Carol. “Oh man that’s hot,” whispered Jenkins, and Cameron squeezed tighter, drawing a faint trickle of blood. “Ow ow ow ok, sorry, Jesus. I’m telling you, the process is reversible.”“HOW,” roared Cameron.“I tell you and you let me go. Do we have a deal?” he choked out.“I should rip off your dick for raping my girlfriend.”“Look, I was just beta testing, and, and I got carried away--” he stammered.Sara exploded. “What kind of fucking BETA TEST--”There was a slamming noise from the cafeteria. ” I said.He just nodded and moved to the coffee pot. He come in and sat down. He was the only one who showed up, but he was a start. We spent the next thirty minutes talking about his new life.“I been out a month and I can’t find work. I make cigarette money doing odd jobs for cash. I been digging holes with a plumber friend of mine recently, and I help cleaning out vacant houses for another friend. I really got no place to squat. It’s hard to get a job when you use the homeless shelter as an.