Sweating my ass off in the suit. Left eye is twitching, vision getting blurry. 110 in the shade. Been a long ass day on top of a long ass week. I may ...ave to take up that Redbull/Gatorade mix the youngsters are mainlining. 5-hour energy, my ass.Fuck. Is that a secondary trigger wire leading out to a cell phone? Not good, but nothing new here. Jesus loves me and so does our CREW. Thank you, Jesus.Pull back. Quickly, calmly. I am getting too old for this shit. Thank you, Danny G.Get the bot to. Jen had a roommate - a swimmer who was away at a meet.After self-consciously throwing aside some dirty laundry and some clean, but not-yet-folded clothing, Jen had cleared away enough space for us to sit on the sofa - the only piece of furniture in the room for sitting.We sat in silence for a few minutes as I studied her agitated countenance."Come on, Jen." I urged gently, "You know you want to get it off your chest."Her head shook in denial, but suddenly the words came pouring out."It's not. "Aw man! I knew he would do something like this! Fuck!" What?" Honda was confused but trying to remain calm. "What does the note say, Seto?" It says his father's a shithead!" Joey answered."Joey — kill it." Honda snapped. "Seto, read it. Maybe it's not what you think."Slowly I opened the envelope."You are not disinherited. I have spent too much time and money to allow your foolhardy and sentimental digression to leave KaibaCorp without an otherwise capable leader should something unforeseen. For myself, I was in leather pants and vest (I had a collar and wrist and ankle cuffs that I would put on at the party).We had a drink and chatted a bit about the party. I slowly felt myself dropping into sub space, and before too long we went to the club. It was a Spring Fling party, with people dressed as fairies and elfs and warlocks and goats and god knows what else. As soon as we were in the door, I put on my collar and leash. Lydia gave me a little smirk, grabbed the leash, and led us on.