Cindy s Return
It was a hot day. Outside the window of my executive office, the harsh blue sky was nearly Grecian in its intensity. The air had that conditioned bite, like freon freezing in your lungs. My tie was loosened down to the second button, and my secretary, perched on my lap, had opened her blouse down to the end. We were deep in preparation. We had our responsibilities. It was time for another session with Cindy, the corrupted innocent we had so cruelly abused. The worst of her wounds would by now...