But where to find someone nice? Babs had been hesitant to go to the SingleFest thing at the PainCafe, but her friend, Fanchon Nemirow had advised her ...o try something new. ?I met a great guy there, and married him? Fanchon told Babs, ?And I keep going back to meet more!?Fanchon had suggested Babs wear a little blue bracelet on her arm—everyone seemed to have a blue or red bracelet. ?You don’t want some lunatic thinking you want to be spanked, dear.? The reds were looking to be dominated, Babs. No coffee. We were told to stand by in the pod commons area. Ten minutes later, my name was called, and I was cuffed up. This included a waist chain and ankle shackles. At best, all I could do was shuffle my way along.I was taken off the pod and escorted by four correctional officers to a room. Inside was a steel table and chair bolted to the floor. 2 other chairs on the other side of the table. The standard mirror was on the wall facing me. The joint was so cliché. I felt like I should start. I can tell you one thing that each one of them has in common. None of them have destroyed the country. They may have messed things up now and then. They may even, rarely, have done the right thing. But that is the beauty of the system. I once heard the definition of a committee, an organism with four or more arms and legs, two or more heads, and zero brains. I would rather have Washington DC locked in gridlock, arguing the shape of the table than a resounding consensus. The first words of the. For a second he’s at the window and I’m still by the door, and we’re uneasy. If I go to him, am I being too forward? No – crossing a room is just crossing a room. My feet begin moving anyway, and soon I’m beside him. Even while lighting the candle he hasn’t looked away, and he wraps an arm around me, slowly as I kiss him again. He clutches me tight, and the kiss becomes slower – longer – wet. I don’t know entirely what to do in this situation – what little I know I’ve pieced together from a.