" And"this is not happening." I raised my head to try to explain but could not find the words. Ienvisioned a nasty divorce, public humiliation and sev...re damage to mycareer. I had a picture in my head of me living in a dilapidatedapartment drunk and lonely for the rest of my days.My wife then gained her composure and just stared. I was just about tospeak when she placed her finger on her lips and said "shhhhhhh." Sheordered me to stand up and come from around the desk. I maneuvered aroundthe. A woman, probably just out of university, arrived with a cup of coffee, which he took and then turned away. Her eyes lingered on him for a few moments while she most likely dreamed of running away with him. She shook herself into reality again and found a clip board and started talking to some of the other people on the protest, making notes.Despite there being a few hundred of us, I knew that they would interview me. I'd planned what to wear, that to look like and where to sit to make sure the. ” “Are you still in my head?” “Of course not, filthy place. Wouldn’t dream of hanging around in there.” Granny winked in a manner which made Stan’s body tense. “Of course, some of the filth wasn’t too bad. I liked the bits with me in… and watching all those innocent girlies getting their bottoms boned brought back some happy memories.” Granny wormed herself deeper into the cushions. “Of course all that will stop if the world ends.” “What will?” “Anal sex with virgin girls. No-one gets born. They were too quick however and they easily caught up to her. They grabbed her and then carried her back toward their motorcycles. Barbara noticed that the tallest guy was black, the other two were white, one tall and one short. ‘Spread her out over the bikes,’ the tall white one ordered. Barbara was spread over the motorcycles and was held by the arms firmly by the black guy. The short white guy held her by her waist and pressed her down on the seats of the bikes. The taller white guy pushed.