..sort of ...I don't have a home. I live out of my car...sinceour divorce, that is. Besides, my family is here, so I'm not goinganywhere." I didn't kn...w your housing situation, but admire your devotion to yourfamily. I'm sorry. I suppose I could modify my diagnosis and recommendbed rest here in hospital." I'll be fine. I wanna see my wife. Now," I said as I sat up and moved toget off the gurney. I began peeling the probes from my chest, wincing asthe adhesive refused to release my few chest. ”Emma knew the penalty for most things and that the woman would be getting twenty-four strokes. Anyone like Emma, so younger than seventeen-years-old got a maximum of six strokes.Once over seventeen then the minimum was six strokes, and the norm was twelve. Anything physical would be at least eighteen strokes, and some crimes got as many as forty-eight strokes, but then that was strokes better than getting a prison sentence. Indeed, Emma couldn’t wait for her forthcoming birthday as she was. Lots' of independent movie makers' were running around trying toduplicate the success of Tarrantino's "Pulp Fiction." (James had beenoffered that movie, but he passed on it. He had known Tarrantino when hewas a video store clerk and figured it would be a bust. Who knew?)Now-a-days, it was hard to walk anywhere and not see someone filming inthe street. Many of them didn't have permits and were doing what somepeople called, `drive by filming'. Pick a corner, take a couple of shotsand head for a. People were dancing naked on the patio, but I didn't see anything sexual going on. I should have known better.I dried off and went to find KC, tying a towel around my mid-section as I went into the house. I couldn't find her, so I wandered into the bedroom wing. I could hear moaning as I moved down the hall.In the first bedroom I came to, Marcie Carson lay on her back with a muscular guy pumping his cock into her as her legs waved around in the air and her breasts shook in sync with his.