Whatever. "Now, come back to bed."Sandra still seemed uncertain. "What about you?" she asked and took a quick glance at the clock."Forget about me," I...said. "I let it slip yesterday how shell shocked I was, just being in the area, and made it known in no uncertain terms that I would not be coming in." But you weren't even there!" laughed Sandra, although she did move closer to the bed."Yeah, well... I've been in the public defender's office and I've only used about a third of the vacation time. She tried to work. But mostly she tried not to think. She tried not to think of where she'd ended up — this seemingly endless funnel of fucking; of being the ping-pong ball at a game no one could actually take seriously in their sane mind. Look at her: always on the run. Running from the ruins of a betrayed marriage into the emptiness of heart breaking loneliness. Running from that into the arms of a sweet girl. Running from her soft and bland loving to a rollercoaster of mindless, zipless. But still a dark and wet night. The three jackbooted thugs ... maybe not, the oldest looked to be about 19. Typical nordic-type German; tall, thin, blond with blue eyes.Like I mentioned ... boisterous seas. A U-boat is pretty calm below the wave zone. We were bouncing around pretty good. The three of them looked uncomfortable ... and maybe a little seasick and a lot homesick.Wendy left the cabin, came out on deck and stood horizon watch ... not that she could see the horizon; it's still dark. She waltzed out of the office without a single word to me. I was still on top of the desk with my panties down at my ankles and trying to control my quaking knees. It certainly looked like my sister had gotten herself into an uncharacteristically submissive position serving under the mean-spirited senior editor.I bet she had a lot of fun with the two clueless teenage "assistant managers" who walked around in public with no undies on at all. I beat a hasty retreat from the office building and.