Nothing was really any clearer, but there were fewer holes in this mystery. It seemed that my silent friend was Lisa McHenry. She was twenty-nine yea...s old, the same age as I. It appeared that Boston’s finest found her wandering around the business district the other night. She had no ID on her, no wallet, no purse, and no money. They considered her a homeless person and brought her down here. That’s the end of the story. Looking back at Lisa, she seemed tired. For the present, she was no. That was something he would have done anything to avoid. Would he? Really? Would he even have forgiven Dottie?As he pondered that question, he held up his glass and looked at the golden liquor swirling in it. No, that was not nearly the end of it, was it? Here he was, sitting alone in his slightly disorderly, nondescript condo, drinking whiskey. The tidal wave had swept him up, as well.Carol had made the suggestion that she have lunch with Chelly in a fit of euphoria over Ryan's obvious love. A few moments later, four men came tearing by us, firing their guns behind them and riding as fast as their horses would take them.Bullets were flying this way, too, so Jeff and I ducked behind a watering trough and waited it out. Then we heard shouts of "bank robbery" and "don't let them get away." The marshal came charging up the street on his horse, calling for a posse to help him chase the robbers. I started to jump up, but Jeff grabbed my arm. "Hold on, Tom. The most ya kin git from. She stammered, "Well, yes--but--" She wanted to suck me off, too," Helen said. "I don't fool around with girls, but I don't see anything wrong with it, either. So if you're afraid that I might gossip or something--" No, I wanted to explain, to make sure that you didn't have the wrong idea. That is, well, Darleen and I are happily married women. We aren't lesbians. We do eat each other out, but it's all just harmless fun, just making each other feel good."Helen nodded.Then she said, "And I.