The reader was inside so it would read his thumb print and let him in. The primitive society he lived in would never recognize it for what it was so h... was confident there was no risk using such a small piece of technology.He placed his right thumb over the keyhole and the door opened with a click. Arron stepped into his cottage, went to the two seaward facing windows and removed the shutters. He checked the cottage over, and apart from a slight musty smell - due no doubt to his long absence -. Smith over right away, if I hear he puts one foot out that door!" Mom replied after she had finally calmed down enough to talk.I sat there in my room,with a chair back jammed under the door knob, and fumed at what a Cunt Ginger is, and what a Hypocrite our mother was.Hell, "The Shop" is what we call where Mom works. It's really a run down storefront that's downtown and sells outdated dry goods all the while being a cover for the Outdated,Skanky Whores in their stalls out back. Mom runs the. She didn't want to lose him, but she had her pride.Linda returned to the couch, setting her drink on the coffee table and dropping her head into her hands. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she recalled how well things had seemed to be going up until the night they were actually married. She had turned down the opportunity to become a guidance counselor with her recent college psychology degree in order to marry Tommy, giving up the career she had worked so hard for. It had been the best. He decided to go through his accumulated mail later. He arrived at the café and was greeted by the waitress Christine who had waited on him several times in the past. Cliff loved her French Canadian accent and she was always teaching him how to say things in French. He ordered his favorite an order of French bread, a soft boiled egg and a café latte. He enjoyed the leisurely breakfast and ordered a second latte while he read the Sunday paper. It felt good not to be thinking about business for a.