That’s it.”“No references, new job referral, reason for leaving?” I asked.“Nothing,” Cinnamon confirmed. “They said all they were allowe... to do is confirm dates of employment unless the employee specifically requested other information be forwarded.”“Well, this babe isn’t going to be forwarding any requests,” I said. “I wonder if a request from the executor of the estate would get additional info.”“Want me to check online to see if she’s listed anywhere?”“Yeah. Google her and see what comes up.. 8 with a registered pre-pack comprising yourself as sponsor, Yvonne Williams and Claire Sharp as concubines plus three dependents?”“Yes, that’s me. Who are you.”Again the voice ignored his question. “Claire Sharp and her daughter Rebecca are within the exclusion field. Do you wish to join them?”“I would love to, but I’m outside the barrier so I can’t,” Paul explained.“You will be approached. Follow the instructions given.” Whoever was on the other end rang off abruptly.Paul told Yvonne,. ‘You know, my dad served in Vietnam.’ ‘Really?’ This had come out of nowhere so I wasn’t sure where the conversation was going. ‘In the Marines. He always thought the Pentagon, Johnson and Nixon screwed things up. But he really hated the protestors. He’s glad we haven’t seen many of them this time around.’ ‘Well, there’s a few, but dozens not thousands.’ ‘At least we didn’t elect the Protestor-In-Chief.’ This woman had intelligence, but I still wasn’t ready for the singles scene again. Monday. ==========Subject Line: Re: Denying My Edgy Writer-SlutVioletVixen: You filthy fucking bastard. I hate you. Want you. Need you. Deep inside me. Now.I can’t control myself in the face of such an impressive throbbing rod of literary prowess. Oh God, oh fuck... I can't hold back much longer. Can’t you see my used-up boxes dripping with sarcasm, begging to be filled by your big hard message?I'll show you I deserve every perverted fucking smut-reader deep in the glistening folds of my filthy.