No table for one (that looks just too desperate) for me. At the El I could see who was coming and going and Brenda (the usual bartender) could keep me... well supplied.Over the summer I'd learned who most of the regulars were. Most were young couples, roughly my age, which was a good thing. I didn't look too out of place. There were a few guys, lone wolves on the hunt. They may as well have been painted Day Glow Orange, they stuck out so badly. After a couple months Brenda told me some of the. He was glad to see it was an outside delivery, so all he had to do was place it in the driveway. The only frustrating thing was none of the phone numbers were right, and the house was out in the country.When he found the house, it really was out there, down a dirt road, and had several kids' toys scattered here and there in the yard. He backed his truck into the driveway in front of the garage. Not expecting anyone to answer, being there was no car in the driveway, he knocked on the front door. Slave..."Daniella's eyes had stopped tracking the scenery. She was lookingstraight ahead. "Down... down... down... You need to cum." Daniella'ships rocked. "You crave to cum." She pumped. "Your mind is becomingemptier and emptier. More and more quiet. Quiet and empty. Quiet... andempty..." The streaks of light trailed out past Daniella's fixed gaze,spelling Dominica's name. "You must obey." And, just under her breath,Daniella muttered her conditioned response, "I must obey Dominica." Hermind. Jessica returned to her place at the table. Who was that dear? her mother asked, as she sat down at the table to chew on a piece of girl-bacon. Without saying a word Jessica held up the yellow envelope and handed it to her mother. Jessicas mother was both happy for her daughter and sad at the same time because she knew Jessica wasnt ready for this. She opened the envelope and began to read the Meat Notice. It said Jessica Kast your State Meat Lottery Number [BB227MN] has been called, you are.