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56-year-old Chester Thompson sat back in his chair in the empty board room and puffed on his cigar. He should have seen it coming. He threw the packet of legal papers onto the desk in front of him. Another class action lawsuit. He should have seen it coming. When Chester had founded Gentech thirty years ago, his goals had been simple -- bring cutting edge scientific progress to the people. He’d even made the company logo “Expanding America’s Future.” Bringing high tech and innovative products to the common man and woman had made him a fortune. Then everything started to go wrong.

I knew that I had it in me to be a writer. I'd done some articles for my college paper a couple of years ago, and I'd even won some creative writing contest held by the local news. I even knew the subject I wanted to write about; I should, since I was using it to come to terms with who I was.

It had all happened so quickly. Nicole had been walking home from work when all of a sudden a gang of women in black catsuits burst from a nearby building and dragged her inside, kicking and screaming, into the back room. Waiting for her was another woman - a dominatrix - wearing a leather corset and holding a bicycle pump.

“Hi I’m Cindy and I’ll be your waitress today, so can I start you off with a drink” she was cute, short hair small but nicely shaped breasts a white button down shirt, it was a bit loose on her but it looked good.

“um what do ya have on tap?”

“only the house lager, but I guarantee ya’ll like it”

I couldn’t help but think that I had stumbled in to the only place in the state without any beers I’ve heard of. But she was cute, and I was too beat to go look for somewhere else, I just wanted my dinner.

“yeah sure I’ll have a glass of that then”