The life locked up isn’t so bad. At least where I was. Everything is structured, taken care of. Life becomes a rythmm. I described it once in one of... my books, as being like ‘one of the Ants.’ Then they told me I was free, go home. I had no home, I didn’t even want to go. I was happy where I was. Some money and some clothes, out the door, go be a productive member of society. Yeah, sure. I did find work in a gas station. I found an apartment. One thing then another, saved a bit, bought a house,. We have good jobs, money isn’t an issue. The only small hiccup was I didn’t know what happened next for me. I knew that at some point Genja would meet someone and follow her heart.” She paused. “In fact, I think it’s because of me that she hasn’t tried to do anything up until now. Thinking about it saddens me. But on reflection, I’m pretty sure that was the case. I have all this emotional baggage that has been holding me back from being happy. I was at peace with my family situation. I figured. "Bud switched tactics, hoping to catch her off guard. "I could -- I could make it worth your while." You!" Kelly snorted. "What could you do for me?" I could tell you at what garage Bill Parker is going to be tonight at seven," Bud said, looking her straight in the eyes."Who?" Kelly's voice affected a disinterested tone, but Bud saw the flicker of interest in her eyes. He'd hooked her."Bill -- oh, well, if you don't even know him..." Parker? Parker?" Kelly feigned a search of her mind. Wouldn't. He turned her around and started making out with her, his hands up her dress and all over her naked ass. I was pissed as hell, and started walking towards them. However, my girlfriend noticed me and fixed me with a stare, and I knew I had no choice but to go back to the bar and watch. The guy was too busy kissing my girlfriend's neck to notice our little drama.From the bar, I continued watching them. Eventually they headed back to the booth area and the guy's friends. The action didn't slow.