Hear me out.” “What the fuck was that? This is what you’re doing to punish me, isn’t it?” “That, dear, was the deal. And it’s not about ...unishing you. Although you did bring this on yourself. He agreed to let me work off the loan. He will pay for rehab, long as you need. Most importantly no one needs to go to jail.” “Jail? What the fuck does that mean?” “I think you know. In addition to the money you borrowed, you have been skimming, haven’t you? I saw the evidence myself.”I didn’t know what to. “I suppose. Why that question in particular?”“Because, Juliana, you don’t really have anything physically wrong with you. I could of course order a lot of highly expensive tests – ultrasounds and CT scans, endoscopy, you name it- but though they’d cost your insurance company a pretty penny, I can tell you they’d be a waste of time. There isn’t anything wrong with you except stress.”I took a quick gulp of sherbet and he waited until I’d finished choking.“I’m right, aren’t I? What is it? Family?. .. uh... think I was... well... cute?" So much for subtle hints. I never was very good about beating around the bush.She put her hand under my chin and spoke in soft, caring voice. "Oh, Sarah! Of course I do. *I* think you're cute."Suddenly I was pushing back tears, trying to avoid eye contact and knowing she probably felt sorry for me. What did I expect her to say anyway? NO, I THINK YOU'RE UGLY! Not that it would have been a surprise or anything.Jenny was silent for a moment before finding. "Young lady, what are you doing on this track?" She gaped at me. "Why, what do you mean?" she asked. "I mean that cyclists are not supposed to be on this track between the hours of 6 and 8 o'clock." You aren't going to try to tell me you don't know that are you?" No, no, I didn't," she sputtered. While I was adopting my angry authority figure pose I took a closer look at her. I was pleased with my choice. She was even more petite than I had guessed at first. She was wearing shorts with bicycle.