.... people. So that's why Ilive here now. Where I cant hurt anybody.Worst thing is, I dont know if I can die. I havent aged a day since "s"day. I ca...n't find anything that even hurts me. I might go on, and on.....So that's what "S" day means to me. Now get out of here. "*******The tape ends, and the camera once more focuses on the young reporter."Well, as you can see, 'S' day changed many lives, and not all of themfor the better. This is Lois Lancer, reporting"Once the camera light went. So, I was handcuffed with a waist chain and legirons, stumbling into the Processing room. I have long legs, so I was having all sorts of trouble walking being hobbled. But I luckily made it without falling, because I really don't think that Officer Garner would have held me up if I fell, and the concrete floors here are HARD!!Back to Processing. Nothing special, just a long counter, separated with partitions, a painted yellow line on the floor about 3 feet in front of the counter. Another. On looking back, I really hadn't done any real thinking about my marriage or my wife the whole time I was in Hawaii. Part of that is because I was with you most of the time and I guess the rest I could simply blame on ignoring the whole mess. From the moment I got off the plane, Mary was all over me. I mean she was acting the adoring and faithful wife welcoming her long gone and sorely missed husband. By the time we got home from the airport, I couldn't take it another second and simply blew. After the kiss ended they got in the car. Bobby started the engine and roared off, headed for the isolated spot on the outskirts of town everybody used for making out. One of the reasons Bobby had taken the car was that it had bucket seats which reclined. Paula, foggy with lust, was barely aware where they were when Bobby pulled into a shadowy area and stopped. He leaned over, kissed her again, and Paula felt the seat going backward. Bobby slid his hand under her blouse and onto a bare breast..