A Hand Trolley, an anti-gravity cart used to transport up to four people passed me. It was empty of any crew, so it had to be under Miley's control. "...he ship's artificial intelligence handling a mundane task," I thought. The cart was a side-by-side standing platform with automated restraints to protect the passengers. There weren't a lot of them on the ship. They were called a Hand Trolley by the manufacturer because the passengers rested their back against a cushioned body mold while resting. Alongside the garage was a stable, but no horses. There was a light four-wheel buggy though, and looked as though it had been recently used. It was nice and shinny and the harness etc. was lying on the tray. Other than that the place was empty. All the stalls were empty, but clean.Near the stable were two clay pigeon machines. So someone was into clay pigeon shooting.Just then Bruce came round the back on his mower and I stopped him."Bruce I am curious who does the clay pigeon shooting, I see. My story was recent and straightforward. Kathy was surprised that prior to the last few weeks I had never had any previous pedophilic inclinations. It was the first time I had attached the term to myself. I knew it was true but I just could not reconcile with myself that I was one of those lecherous old men that used to be condemned in the states.Kathy's story went further back. She explained that she first found herself attracted to children when she was babysitting in high school.'I was only. The time you snuck your boyfriend in and sucked him off in the living room while your parents slept upstairs...the last shouting match you got into with your Mom the last time you were in this house.You make your way upstairs, to see if your bedroom is still there, not hopeful - she's probalby turned it into a storage room for her creepy porcelain dolls or maybe she's put exercise equipment in there that she'll use for a month and then never touch again. Opening the door, you're shocked - it's.