. something was wrong. Jack wasn't supposed to know about the mind control drug ... but why not? Oh, right ... because he made himself forget ... And ...hat was that about the second dose?"But ... you're not supposed to ... second dose..." I mumbled."Shhhh, it's Okay, Paul. Go to sleep." Jack said, gently."Okay..." Ack!" I sat up, startled.Sunlight was streaming in the windows of Jack's living room. Through blurry eyes I looked at my watch.10:30 am.Shit. I was late for work.I looked around. Why. There was noescape from her fate, a fate she had dreamed of ever since her earliest memories.It was time to be spitted, time for her spitted, wriggling body to be roastedover the heat of a barbecue pit, time for her delicious, roasted flesh to beenjoyed, but too late now for misgivings or regrets. This was an experienceto be enjoyed to the full. She was glad that the smooth softness of her skin, the perfection of herbeauty would not be violated by the crude painful work of the gutting knifeor. Next to that we have an ice rink, although it hasn't seen much use. We also have a gym setup that offers a full size basketball court. There are even bleachers so that concubines can sit and watch."I looked at James. His jaw was still clenched, but the fire in his eyes had started to fade. "We also took some of the abandoned home pods and converted them. Now they have several individual bedrooms so that visitors will have a private place to sleep." I glanced over at Governor Johanes. "I believe. She had neverthought that she would have as much trouble doing Richard's work as shewas. She figured that it was easy; however, she quickly realized thatshe was in over her head. She never knew how many things got passed offto Richard. In reality they did not, but Richard's managers werecreating fake work to inundate Joan with. She was becoming visiblyfrazzled by the workload. She was planning to pass the work off toRichard the next day, and, now, she knew that that plan was shot too.Richard.