Captain Peters said, "I need your ID and permits, and I need to take custody of the weapon since it was used." My weapon was not fired; it never left ...he holster," I responded as I handed him my IDs and the permits. I removed my jacket and handed it to Vicky, then removed the shoulder rig I carried the Glock in. I wrapped the strap around the holster and handed it to the Captain and put my jacket back on.The coroner arrived and started to check out the victim that tried to attack me. The. When they met again as arranged, James was not feeling too good and Zoë thought that was the reason for his reticence but she perceived reluctance on his part to resume where they had left off two weeks previous. They shared a bed and a hug but that was all. Zoë had been very disappointed and eventually an email confirmed her thoughts. He really liked her but the gap in their ages was a problem for him. A friend was the deal. Oh well, that would be lovely. You can never have too many friends. A. I moved back to a regular position and got another nice ball to hit. This one popped up and an infielder caught the ball. I heard the manager behind me say, "Thank God he's human." He yelled at me, "Go ahead and switch. See what you can do on the other side of the plate."I had been practicing hitting lefty every day for six months. I pulled a ball over the right field fence. When I got a fastball, the score board took another beating. A change up was an easy slap over third base. I had hit. Suddenly Peter was jolted out of his daydream by Dr Ruth calling his name; he gathered his wits quickly and rose to head to the open door, the door his beloved Clarice had recently entered by. As he strode across the room for a fleeting second, he almost bolted through the door beside the one that was open; a door he knew would lead him out of the building. No, it was an option really, he dearly loved his wife and if these sessions brought her, more happiness then so be it.No sooner had he.