The days passed pasts agonizingly slowly. At her office wearing wool against her skin, Amanda was in a state of constant torment. The sweater which sh... wore effectively hid the absence of a bra underneath, but it rubbed against her breasts and kept her nipples in a painfully rigid state. Adding to her torment was the wool skirt, which tickled her belly and irritated her thighs and buttock while she tried to maintain the proper decorum when seated at her desk. Upon returning home, she was more. I walked back to vacant table and sat down, pushing the second beer across to an empty seat."I thought I'd catch you up on things," I told the air. "I know it's been a while since talked. I'm sorry about that. I just don't know what to say most of the time."The few men in the room stopped their conversations and turned to look at me, wondering if I was talking to them."I'm in college now," I continued. "I'm studying to be an engineer. No, I don't want to drive a train. I want to build bridges. Automatically, Bethanie gave the fake name on her forged ID. Kerman looked at his notepad. "Claire Chevalier? That's strange. It says here that your name is Bethanie Chastel. You're 18 years old, born in Nantess, and your parents were Ernest and Janine Chastel, both deceased. You have one older brother, Paul Chastel, presently incarcerated. You were raised by your paternal aunt, Sophia Chastel, also now incarcerated. In the four years since her arrest there has been no official record of you. I live here remember, she replied. You most certainly do not, I cast you out you are nothing but a whore! I railed. And you are nothing but a whore chaser, she exclaimed. So why are you in my bed? I demanded. You told me you loved me, she said, In the very heat of passion you told me. I lied, I lied. She turned to me showing two love bites on her neckAnd you bit my neck, it is quite inflamed, Madame said I cannot serve until the mark heals. Out I say, I insisted and threw the bed clothes wide..