I took the felt tip pen from the top shelf and started to write, Slut across the left side of her forehead and then kcuf backwards across the right to...get Fuck Slut spaced evenly.It was easy to get her bra hanging from her arms and her dress over her head so I could kiss her breasts and explore her sex with my fingers, and then with some of the old dog leads from the bottom of the cupboard and various metal rings in the walls a secured her arms separately and undid one at a time so I could ease. We just have to exercise our free will. And thatallows us to choose whether to follow the spiritual path to return to thesource, or whether to just keep endlessly cycling around in pointlessincarnations, selfishly depriving other souls in the Universe of theirturn on Paradise," argued daddy giving up all hope of getting home intime to watch the football.The pretty consultant had come across many "Rationals" before in hercareer and she was prepared. She took a deep breath, momentarily. He stopped when he figured he was thirty to thirty-five feet away. He looked around the parking lot as though he were waiting for someone. His stomach was knotted up. He wished he were braver.The parking lot was mostly empty. There were no minds within range. Most everyone had probably already checked out. Aside from Boris, there was nobody in sight, not even a maid.Jake took a step toward the room, and then another. Nothing. He took a third step and felt the beginnings of contact. One more. Finally, Jen looked at me and asked, "What are we going to do?"I thought for a moment and realized I had no idea what needed to be done or how to get it done. Then I remembered Dad telling me that in case of emergency I was to call Bob Tripp. He was an old family friend and Dad's lawyer. I called his office and when I got him on the line I told him we needed him right away but I didn't want to talk over the phone. He could tell I was upset and promised to be there in half an hour. He actually.