I have you and Jess!”“I’d say you’ve changed. Everyone has noticed. And you’ve even reconciled with Joyce.”“Because Doctor Alborg helped... me realize what really happened.”“Oh?” I said.Jessica leaned forward in her chair with anticipation.“It wasn’t that I was disgusted with what I did. It was that I liked it and that scared me because of everything that my dad and Kent van der Meer had taught me. And that was what made me struggle with the whole ‘damned to hell’ idea. And that is what made me. We'd bring alcohol (nothing special, this isn't the US), get drunk on vodka-orange and whisky-coke and slow dance with girls until we or they (i.e. the girls would get inebriated enough to kiss their partner). Then we'd go throw up (hopefully discreetly) and call it a major victory.And so it went until at the end of one of those parties, I was arranging little bits of things (I have no idea what they were, it probably didn't matter) to illustrate some kind of story on the thighs of the girl I. I parked, locked up, and went in the door.The main room was larger than I expected it would be and was mostly filled with shelves about four feet high. Taller shelves lined the walls. To the left, there were hundreds of DVDs in explicit cases, sorted by type. To the right, some lingerie, vibrators and dildos, lube, and other toys. Straight ahead, books and magazines, and a door headed to the back. A checkout counter was just to the right of the door, with a bored-looking older chick sitting. "Damn I thought a poppy pickup, just what we didn't want to get involved in. The security from the Khmer Rouge would be heavy, and we would probably have to shoot our way out. That we didn't need, and I didn't like AA knowing we were in there. I didn't trust any of them because they would sell their own daughters if it was for cash."Cap, I'll think about it and give you an answer in the morning. Captain, if I don't like the way they want to put us in I will scrub the mission and you can pass.