{Now, we're even more worried. There are times when anyone might want to block off a stray thought. If you suddenly had the hots for Ken and were afra...id of how Mike would react to that, you might want to block that off until you had settled it in your own mind. This is different though. There is a large area that is blocked off. Part of it is memory and part of it is a cognitive thought area. Also, the blockage is far stronger than you'd expect.}{So, what do you and Cindi think we should do. She worked as a counter girl at the local Mini Mart, ringing up purchases from every person that stopped by—gas to milk, beer, cigarettes and condoms. The pay was lousy, but she knew she was lucky to have a job in this pitiful town. It was so lousy that she could not afford to move out of her family home.The big employer was the Mill, as everyone called it; it really was the Stockbridge - Masters Wood Products Manufacturing Company. They took raw logs and turned them into every wood product. She just rested her head on my shoulder. Wow she liked it, this made me extremely horny. I could touch her tits over her top; she did not seem to be wearing a bra. I could just feel the contours of her tits from the side. I wanted more. She had removed her bra when she went to the loo. She wanted this; she was a horny bitch and wanted to have fun. I could not do much more and was just touching around the sides. She then left my hand and put it around her left shoulder. Now she was in my embrace. .. My big older brother... I love you, you know? I'm all alone right now. Becky hates me and wants to go live her life and I'm gonna let her... I'm all alone, bro... why Camille had to die? Why?..." Alan said with that obviously drunk voice. I started shivering and feeling really emotional. I had killed that guy, that sad lonely guy."Don't start crying yet, there's more" Alex said completely impassive.But Alan wasn't talking anymore. The phone went dead for about three minutes, then I could.