"You be back here tomorrow at the same time or you know what happens if you don't", pointing his thumb at his glowing phone. Fucked, is what I am. Fuc...ked. Fucked and double fucked. How could I be so careless?I left there dejected, scared and almost sick to my stomach over my predicament.As I sat in my car trying to wrap my head around all of this, I was shocked back to reality by a car horn. Shit. Perfect, someone from work had noticed me sitting there and was pulling in alongside me. His name. We took a few stepsinside, before we heard a voice:"Stop where you are, or I will shoot you."We stopped walking, freezing in our movements."We are not monsters, we just seek shelter for the night! Please, will youlisten to us? We just want to take a shower and catch some sleep!"Even though our speech wasn't the best, it was normal, like a normalconversation. We knew that the more a subject was exposed to the radiosignal, the less coherent the person was, if his thoughts made him a sexcrazed. She felt well-protected by the combination of the cotton undies, the pantyhose and the tight skirt that shaped her behind into a perfect heart shape. Most of the men would just touch her lightly with an experimental brush of the back of their hand and she found it more amusing than irritating. Her time in the terrible office with the office men with nothing but boredom and time on their hands was a good training ground for her to deal with these greedy laborers looking for a free feel of her. One of my favorites is Nat King Cole)... L is for the way you look at meO is for the only one I seeV is very, very extraordinaryE is even more than anyonethat you adore canLove is all that Ican give to youLove is more thanjust a game for twoTwo in love can make itTake my heart andplease don’t break itLove was madefor me and youI flipped it to sound like a trumpet and played an interlude that would have make Mike Bell proud. After that I went on ... They were watching me now... L is for the way.