When I'd phoned Brodine I'd told him that I'd got wind of an attempt in the hospital by somebody to get at Susan there, and added that I'd had an "inc...dent" in the parking lot with maybe the same person when I was on my way out. I left it there, and there was a long pause on the other end of the connection. "Uh," he'd finally grunted in a displeased tone. Another pause. "Well, I suppose you'd better come in," he said, still unhappily. He told me where to go and I went, still keeping a weather. The single window was actually just a fixed frame with four panes of glass in it, that had been fastened to the wall, covering a hole. It didn’t open, but it let in some light. Shelves had been nailed to the walls, and her clothing was neatly arranged in piles. There was a bra hanging from a nail, and as he looked at it he thought of his sister’s bras, which looked exactly like this one. He stared at the cups, knowing they had held breasts, and felt his penis twitch. For the first time he. I wished that I could go back to just a few daysago when I thought I had it all under control.I knew that I did not really want to do what the group that held mecaptive wanted me to do to be considered a man. I was not into teamsports, especially with the slender build that I had. I was notinterested in cars and machines. I wondered why was it wrong for a manto be effeminate if that was who he was. Why did I have to act a certainway to be considered a man. I know that my father and. He was just a kid.Anyway, Jessie was intensely involved with Deputy Paul Grant, and hadbeen ever since he had caught her down on the Mexican border and hadbrought her back for trial. When completely in his power, he hadtreated her just like a real woman, and he wasn't mocking her when hedid it. She'd come to realize that it was the way he had been seeingher all along. The days spent alone with a man so different from theoutlaws she'd been used to had helped her look at herself in a new.