“Well, okay then, I guess I can spare a few minutes. Lock the door.” I knew I shouldn’t, but she was just so damn good at it!Fucking testosteron...!Her eyes brightened as she hurried around her desk to hang the OUT TO LUNCH sign on the doorknob and lock up. I parked my butt on the edge of my desk and waited.She closed my office door behind her, drew the curtains on the windows and assumed the position on her knees in front of me. She knew she could get me going with just a look, and that look was. "So you see, Frederick, I grew up being exposed to many, many special young people. They were all different; unique. And yet, they could all usually be placed into a few general categories. There were the 'seers, ' like me. Each could glimpse the past; the present; even perhaps, the future. Each had her (or his) own medium: the crystal, the bones, the tarot. There were other types, too."Dee's powers are really rather common; it's just that they are rarely seen in this combination. I'm guessing. I no longer cared what happened to me. Had it not been for the excellent defense that I received from Mandy (my defense lawyer), I would be locked up forever. As it was, Jillian (the prosecutor) did an excellent job of highlighting the school history, the fact that my late wife obviously didn’t believe me herself (a fact that was objected to by Mandy and which was struck from the record, but left an obvious mark on the jury), and the medical examiner’s report. The latter confused me. For he. "Inappropriate attire and behavior," he said.I looked over Rachel and while she was a bit on the slutty side, it was no different than she had been wearing all year. "What's wrong with her attire?" I asked."It's not her outerwear, it's what she is wearing underneath!" he said indignantly."I'm sorry, you have a problem with her underwear?" I asked."Yes!" he replied."First of all, as long as she is not showing her underwear, what difference does it make?" I asked. "And second of all, how do you.