In your rage, you try to free yourself of your restraints, only barely able to arch your back. I push you down with all my weight on one hand. I shake... my head slowly, punishing you with a look that could kill. You understand and I see tears of despair shoot in the reddened orbs looking back at me as conflicting emotions crash down on you over the realization that you were never really able to hide your extramarital indiscretion from me.You submit to me as I crawl off your body, to the end of. Once everything was done, and everyone was home, the punishment for Sally had died with her parents. There wasn't much sense in it now. She started with a clean slate, and was offered our home as her own. We laid down rules for her to follow, and assigned chores for her to do, just like any other teenager in the country. Life moved on, for the most part. I would still hear muffled sobbing every now and then coming from Sally's bedroom late at night, but the pain was subsiding with the passing. We had a lovely dinner and the evening was going fine, that is until after two glasses of champagne. Suddenly, she was just sitting there with a smile on her face and looking blankly into space. She was as high as a kite."Well this evening's over. I better go call a taxi and get her home", I thought to myself.I asked at the bar if they could phone a taxi for me. The barman said there was no need to since there is always a taxi outside. I thanked him and as I turned around I was shocked to see a. Through no fault of her own, crucial evidence in a CSI investigation went missing and the chain of custody pointed to Catharine as the last person to have verified possession of the evidence. The case to be prosecuted with the missing evidence had to be dropped and Gil Grissom was told to let Catharine go from the CSI force.In his very matter-of-fact, rational approach that Catharine knew so well, Grissom told her she was fired from CSI "with prejudice", meaning not only was she out of a job.