”“I can understand that must have been a shock to see, first time.”“The shock doesn’t wear off. And she’s careful to keep it ... well, not...just hidden, but under control. Every time I run into it, I react like I’d somehow forgotten that side of her is there.”“You have law enforcement in your background, right?”“No, not law enforcement ... I was a corrections officer at Leavenworth Penitentiary. But yeah, I believe the system should ... well, should have first crack at resolving problems. I know. The two pool balls were not there. Yes! For the next 45 minutes I re-attached my lap top and answered e-mails. The minutes dragged by at an amazingly slow pace, but my patience soon paid off. At 4:30 on the nose Rebecca strode into my office wearing a short skirt, no hose, and a somewhat tight top that I had never seen before.“Dave!” she said cheerfully as she stepped into my office, “You’re back. When did you get in?!”I haven’t got in yet, I thought to myself as she stepped right up to me. Brenda was so excited she could hardly breathe.The pastor handcuffed the scantily-clad young thing to the old radiator, which caused her to bend slightly at the waist. A box of disciplinary devices lay at the man's feet, and he chose an extension cord from among the instruments of punishment."Bow your head, Brenda," the minister instructed her, then ripped her panties off with one yank, leaving them a tattered mess beneath her feet. Brenda bowed her head and waited, shivering in anticipation of. The chair, the contraption, the second chance, my second chance, mytears, Dad's tears...The door, the secret room, the plans, the blueprints, my tears, Dad'stears, the gun to my head.The chair, the contraption, the third chance, my third chance, Dad'stears, my tears...'His mouth was agape, her eyes weren't blinking. Suddenly there was lightflaring across her vision before she blacks out.---Her head was spinning.Her head was spinning and her vision was blurry. She tried to muster alow groan.