We can breathe again.” “And your findings Dr. Freud?” she asked, wondering what he’d come up with. “You’re a cop, a scientist, or a social...worker,” he said. “You’ve got those eyes.” “Very good, Marshall. You’re got the reasoning powers of a rabbi,” she said. Sandra waited just a bit to let the anticipation build, like a magician about to pull a dove from her sleeve. “Well?” said Marshall, a bit impatiently. “How’d I do?” “Don’t laugh. I’m a senior fraud investigator for an automobile insurance. . just as Jenna was her aunt. They hadboth met Maggie in a chat room she frequented regularly. Do youremember me listing that in her file?'Dolly nodded as Dr. X continued, "Well they both sensed the little girlwithin the troubled adult and the little girl latched on to them bothas family, Shelly became her chat room mother and Jenna her aunt. Shehas quite an extensive family there. Well... since within the confinesof the chat room the little girl lived, the reality she now knows isshaped by. Self defense. Pretty much self-explanatory. And Judge Charlie, Mizz Helen's husband, his son is the district attorney. The two guys, they had records as long as my arm," I said.We talked about the TV interview."The one they showed wasn't what I expected out of that bunch," Jim said."I got sort of snippy with 'er," I said. "She re-did it. I still expected to get torn up on local TV."Cindy giggled. "You shoulda seen it, Mister Jim. He had her flopping around like a dying catfish when she came up. I was thirteen and Blake, fourteen. And, she made it pretty clear that if we wanted sex with each other, we were there together and could do it all weekend. I was even too preoccupied and up-tight to give myself an orgasm.After a while, I decided to see how Blake was faring and walked down the hall to his room. As I rounded the corner and entered his room, he quickly pulled the sheet up over himself but I could see the tent he was making with his erection. I walked over to the side of his bed,.