But even that pain fades with time.I keep moving forward.Until one day, Cliff doesn’t emerge from the house. I wait until the sun has fully risen be...ore I walk into the house, trepidation tight in my chest.“Cliff?” I call.No response.I go to the door to his bedroom and knock. “Cliff, are you all right?”There’s a choking, pained noise from behind the door, before a weak, raspy voice calls out, “Come in, Noah…”I open it slowly as if that might change the outcome of what’s on the other side. Cliff. ”“Yeah, most of our computers use a touch interface, I’m not surprised to hear that your radio does too. In fact, it probably made figuring out how to use it a hell of a lot easier. If it was all just switches and buttons labeled in an alien language, rather than intuitive icons, you would have had a much harder time.”“I’ve never used it myself,” she added, her green eyes fixed on the display as she swiped and tapped. “I’ve seen it, though. It looked a little like this, only smaller, and. It was my office saying they had found the pickup I had put the BOLO on. It was in short term parking at the DC Regional Airport. I told them to have it towed back to my house and I wanted a passenger trace through the tower. I gave them Myrna's name and description and got out of the truck. When I went through the front door, one of the guys up front recognized me and waved me to the back where Jeb had his office. While walking to the back I was passed by a man that I thought looked familiar.. "Yes, Mistress," he responded, still in his vulnerable posistion. "Your asshole is to be kept immaculate at all times. Do you understand?" I asked, hinting something was amiss. "Yes, Mistress" he responded, scared now. "Your asshole is as important to me as my cock. As a matter of fact, it's my asshole now. Do you understand?" "It's your asshole now, and it must be immaculate, yes Mistress,"he said, desperate to please. "Good!" Then more respectfully,.