No record of arrest. Records show that she has worked as a waitress in various restaurants for the last ten years." All of her personal information wa... accessible by the military via a tiny chip implanted behind her sternum -- part of a program that had been implemented with worldwide collaboration before she was even born."She was picked up on a routine curfew violation 80 miles outside of city limits," the man said. "But the patrol discovered that she was in possession of a small incendiary. It was obvious that he was planning to fuck her, in real life. And she couldn’t see how to escape it. What option did she have? Her dad had said there were always options, but this time she couldn’t think of one. She couldn’t get out of the locked, security-glazed windows, and even if she did she’d be picked up by a gang or deported along with her mum and dad.She could only do whatever she was forced to do.Anyway she got up and had a shower in the novel en-suite. Showering was clearly important. You know what that means.’ ‘That we are going out?’ ‘No silly. It means that you are beginning to move on.’ Her words hit me like a cold bucket of ice. She was right. I had begun to move on in my life finally. Yet…I wasn’t divorced. I was only separated. ‘I…Nancy, I…’ ‘I know John. You’re not divorced and you feel strange about all of this. Trust me, I will not let myself be hurt, and I do understand. I really do. See you Friday.’ With that and a little peck on my cheek, she turned and went. ’ She shuddered in my arms. I knew she would start to cry and I held her against my shoulder. ‘Let go of the pain Sweeting,’ I whispered, feeling her hot tears sear my skin through my black silk shirt. I glanced about the floor bathed in blue lights, looking for a way to take her out of this to let her cry to me without the unnecessary audience. Again, I felt another wave in my chest. I looked down at her in my arms and I knew taking her somewhere private was the last thing she wanted. She.