”“Well, the kid I put in the hospital—I assume you know about that—was a runner for them, and that led me to leave Udine. I’ve never been ba...k.”Jim asked, “Do you still know anyone there?”“That was what, about sixteen years ago? No, just some remnant of the family. My mom tells me they have mostly scattered.“Do you have any, umm, entanglements now?”I laughed at that. “Sure, I’ve had a few ‘friends’ in the Air Force, but with fraternization rules and all, I certainly do not have any. There I saw Stanley holding Jackson’s reins, almost looking a little sheepish and red-faced …. I wonder???Shaking the thought off, grabbing the reins and cooed into Jackson’s ear what a good boy he is. Out of my pocket, I took out part of an apple and fed it to Jackson as he muzzled his mouth into my boob. I grinned and scratched his ear. Then stepping on the bench and getting into the saddle. Checked that my saddlebags were cinched on and moved Jackson out of the stables down along the corrals. ]Perspective: [Does the story focus on the experiences of the Victim (girl being BE'd), Perpetrator (the one causing the BE), or a Bystander (someone witnessing the BE or interacting with the girl being BE'd, but not causing it)? Note that this is mostly about whoever's experience of the situation gets narrative focus, not necessarily about point-of-view or protagonist.]Method: [Method of BE. Magic, science, medical condition, various, etc. Be as vague or specific as you wish.]Growth Rate: [How. I couldn’t possibly ask you to help me further.’ ‘I’ll tell you what. Let’s make this an exchange. You have something that I want, and I may be able to help you. So you tell me your wish and I’ll tell you mine, and together we can see if we can make both our dreams come true, shall we?’ Ian pondered a minute. What could he possibly have that Jonas would want? He decided to take a chance. ‘I want to work in the hospital. I would like to work in the nursery, but if that’s not possible, anywhere.