I've had my last meal, my first good mealsince I entered this place three years ago. I've prayed with the chaplainand said my last goodbyes and made m... will. I've seen three others go tothe chair since I was sent here; one fought for his life until theytazered him into submission. Here we go, the Last Mile, six guards on allsides. And there it is, the swap chair, looking very much like theelectric chair of old. All too soon I am strapped into it, glaring at thewitnesses. Amanda's parents and. Marissa looked up at him, eyes wide. He must have taken her trepidation for excitement. Benji shifted next to her, leaning in to look at the drawing. His leg brushed her knee and Marissa bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. He replied, “Yeah, I can start Monday. I'll need the money for materials, though, so I can be here and ready to work then.” “No problem,” said Patrick. “I'll go get my check book. Talk to Marissa about the plans! I know she'll love all of it.” He smiled, then. Her parents and faculty members stopped caring about her constant accidental exposures and just let it happen since it would take valuable education time for her to get dressed only to likely be stripped again. Besides, the nudity all seemed innocent and she didn't feel humiliated because of it. Plus, it was so frequent that nobody cared about videos and pictures being shared. Especially since she was a legal adult and she didn't seem to mind.In her life after high school, the trend continued. She always tried to decorate in the local style — with her own unique touches — in each of her apartments. She was glad of the times she lived in, because only a decade or so before, it would have been impossible to find places like this. The business had been born of ingenious innkeepers who realized that numerous wandering sellswords and bachelors would like to have a small place to call home. Once the first few buildings filled to capacity, word quickly spread and they were springing up all.