”Mom led the chuckles.Dad went on to say, “Think of everyone you work for as either Death Eaters or Dementors. That’s how it was when I was firs... hired at where I just left.”“Did you hear what I just said? I don’t like even saying the name of the company I left, but I am so happy here in Nebraska, with my wife pregnant again, and my son a likely first round NBA pick in two more years.”I couldn’t believe it! I saw my dad crying for the first time in much too long. I got up and walked over to him. This was sensed by my long time fantasy of sexual pleasure from women. From that day i started observing her curves and fantasizing her in night and masturbate thinking about her. It continued till further for about a fortnight. On one saturday we had finished our half day work at office and were returning to our home, i dropped her near her home and said bye, she stopped me and requested to me come into her house and have coffee (it was the first time she invited me), i felt happy and was. “It’s kind of crowded in there. Do you want to take a drive and talk instead?”After a momentary pause you agreed and I navigated us over to my vehicle. The parking spots were pretty narrow so I pulled out and then you climbed in.“So how long can you spare?” I asked knowing that you were taking time off your lunch to meet me.“I’ve got about half an hour.”I drove us around as we talked about our sex lives (we were together for one reason and we both knew it). Eventually I parked in a parking. It drooled over the girl making strange other worldly grunts and Mille thought for a second she heard it coo. Memories of finding those blank discs haunted her, and right now it felt like a storm of phantoms raping her mind… it looked as if looking into another world, one almost as distorted and distant as the world she peered into from behind the screen on a shitty Russian camera recording all those years ago, and like before, she could not help but watch-- compelled but not powerless to what.