I slammed the gate shut behind me as we made our way through their back yard i could hear them already. The usual loud collaboration of glass clinks, ...utlery, chairs rustling and the trademark mass mumbling. We had to pass another fence (We have large areas where we live) which was the terrible brown Colorbond metal fence. We slid the lock off the side and let ourselves in. There were three large tables with red and white checkers on it with umbrellas with the same pattern, one giant cooler. Dan 1.0, that's Dan Richards, has some contacts at a big electrical utility company and they want some work done for some changes to the power grid. That's fun stuff. No, it's not 'dirty' work at all. We have to go to a bunch of electrical substations all over north Alabama and plug a computer in to each of several protective devices and download the programming from each of them. I figure a couple of weeks will do it. I bring Susan along, she gets to see the real work, gets familiar with some. They also wanted him to know they will proudly continue to service his brothel's customers until their dying day. The look on Brothel Whore 2382-B2's face was final proof they needed to know they were right about why her identification number was so familiar. Their final request was for her to tell them how the hell that scenario of hers ended. --Though once she reluctantly told them they wished they weren't locked in chastity belts. As each part of the story unfolded they longed to pleasure. He was tall, taller than most boys in the school, with thick hair a bit lighter than mine, and piercing blue eyes in a sculpted face. He hadn’t been to any of the parties I had, not in any of my classes, but as soon as I saw him my heart skipped a beat. I stared at him as he walked by, and he glanced at me as he passed. He hesitated, almost stopped but kept walking. I noticed him glancing back once or twice. My eyes never left him. “Alex? Alex, pay attention! Are you listening?” I snapped back.