Our guest is well spoken, with a soft and friendly west country accent that suggests she’s a little shy, her answer delivered to camera rather than ...o the animated slut ‘beside’ her. “Hello, my name is Maria Sinclair. I’m a 55 year old mother of two, and grandmother of one. I’m from Bristol in the South West of England, and after 32 years of marriage I’m so bored I think I’m about to explode!”We cut to a montage of her walking in the countryside, summer dress blowing in the breeze, walking a. He really didn't want to hurt her, only use her.Then he saw it.Set in the back corner of the armoire was an item sort of shaped like a spear gun. The grip and body of the gun was made of black plastic and had a red numbered knob as well as a trigger. The long 'barrel' was made of a polished blue metal with a pair of chrome 'fangs' spread about two inches and pointed slightly toward each other. When Jeff pulled the trigger, there was a crackling electric noise and a sharp snap.Jeff realized it. I was at my desk signing checks, paying for the booze I sold in my bar, and paying for a bunch of other things that make it more profitable to work for someone else. I called my place 'Casablanca' and sometimes even thought of myself as 'Rick', the bar owner played by Humphrey Bogart in the classic movie of the same name.Every time I signed checks I wondered if I had done the right thing five years ago. I had been thirty-five when I decided to chuck my corporate job in the big city and move to. Several songs later, she sent him for another drink. An hour later, he was at the edge of the party deck at the rear of the frat house, struggling to behave in an appropriate way, not quite certain what was appropriate at that moment.He asked if she wanted a hit, she nodded & they stepped outside in the night air. When he lit the thin joint of primo hydroponic weed, she inhaled almost half in her first puff. He smoked it to the roach after it passed between them a few times each, when she asked.