We aint gonna hurt your lil bro---just that cobbler and ice cream you promised” After about 15 minutes they both returned, smacking their lips. They...said they put Dustin to bed, and told him if he heard some noise that it would just be us wrestling around, not to worry. Mark spoke up and said “and hey bro—we even brought you some ice-cream too” ! As Mark and Maurice sat on the bed on either side of me, I suddenly felt an ice cold sensation in the crack of my hairy jock crack. Mark was rubbing. No more books to read... Nothing on TV tonight... Maybe I can get Lis to come over... We could play some cards or go to a movie or something - anything as long as I can be close to her. I just wish I could tell her how I really feel about her... (Before she could complete the thought, the phone rings.)"Hello?"It's Lis! - "Hey Lis, What's up?" - Talk about timing!Hot date? It can't be her boyfriend, she'd never be that excited about it if it was... and that SOB'd kill her if it was anyone. "Do you like it?" she asked, twirling around. "It's new. Grampa bought it for me yesterday and I just had to wear it."The way she said it and her actions reminded me of a girl I knew in grade school."It's lovely," I replied. "How old are you Julia?" It's not polite to ask a woman her age," she answered with a smile. "Let's just say I'm old enough to do anything I want and young enough to still enjoy it."She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Come on. Help me pick some more flowers, then. Well, that could certainly tie into the Hassidic community.Guns? That was a more tenuous theory. From an ultra-Orthodox Jewish perspective. No question the racists were continually up-armoring. But the Hasidim ... I just didn’t know.I met with my friend, Sergeant Louise Finch. Now with SOS, the Special Operations Squad tasked with stamping out the upscale burglary ring plaguing many of Kansas City’s wealthy enclaves.I said, “I have an idea.”She smiled across her desk at me. Well, beside her.