Josie spoke nonstop about her day and by the time I could redirect my attention, the laptop was closed. I went home in a state of confusion. Just seei...g Joe and hearing his voice had brought back the memory of that last kiss. I could feel his lips on mine as if it had been minutes, not months, ago. The familiar longing reemerged. It grew to the point where I was antsy and unsettled, but couldn’t reconcile my feelings of guilt. After Josie went to sleep, I put Ben’s video in and sprawled on my. That is until her father caught her masturbating one night. He had taken his belt to her, whipping her for her wanton behavior all the while lecturing her on the evils of giving into the devil. Within one week of the incident she had been married of to Jon Keefe, her father’s 45-year-old widowed co-worker. She had seen Jon for the first time in the chapel where they had been married. A fat bald man with tobacco stained teeth Jon had been unable to walk straight as he was too drunk. Anna had. Notany more, I thought morosely as I flicked my lit cigarette over theterrace rail, watching it spin towards the worker bees hurrying to theirdead-end jobs on the street far below.No way was I going back to that rat race, not after all I'd beenthrough...cutting corners without a moral compass had landed me in aRussian Hill penthouse with an eight figure income at the age oftwenty-nine, and I wasn't about to let some pinko professor screw it upnow. I grabbed the keys to my Ferrari and took the. They were easier to track and pay due to barcodes assigned to a Government maintained database.Dave had a ship for several people, and the licenses to carry them in industry-standard restraints: variable length soft-cord attached to a collar or handcuffs, although most trips didn’t require restraints. He was currently on his way to an iron mine to help them compensate for their recent expansion, as miners preferred sex in their off-hours over alcohol, which any company would try to incorporate.