“Which I don’t,” she agreed. “I thought that him seeing mewith you might dissuade him a little,” She shrugged. “Wi...h that kissyou gave me I don’t see how he could come back . . .” she breathed asif remembering that hot kiss we had shared in the theater. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” I asked and she looked kindaembarrassed. “I don’t know,” she mumbled and was willing to let it drop atthat. But I was a bit. On the way back home, I was pissed off and disappointed. My day was shot. As I rounded the corner to my block I saw my dad's car parked next to my mom's mini-van. I knew that my dad usually work in the mornings on Saturday and was surprised to see him here. I hoped he could at least make me feel better after my break up with Teri.I let myself in and was greeted by urgent voices as I entered. My mom's pleading words were drowned by my father's agitated gruffs. They didn't hear me enter, so I. My husband came upstairs about an hour later. He'd taken Javon back over to the barracks and cleaned up downstairs. I think he was kind of afraid to come up to me when he heard me crying. Guys seem to think there's no way to comfort a sobbing female, but that's not always true. I was hoping deep inside that he'd come up and help me, maybe just be with me, help me hide from what had happened. But he chickened out, waiting until I was asleep, then lay next to me until morning.He was up before me. One wouldn't think that would be so hard on the body, but given a place like this the mileage no doubt accumulated pretty fast. Her's sure did. "She's dead."Of course Mr. Duplaine already knew that. That's why he called us--the police that is. We normally don't get called out to a place like the one run by Duplaine or, if we did, it was to take a few envelopes of cash in order to look the other way. Duplaine and his high-roller clients didn't like attention. They came here, as they saying.