I had professed some idea of going to university – maybe Harvard or Red League, to become a Darwinist of some make or another. But those dreams were...dashed. Instead, I had a child and a target on my back. I shook my head, then sprang to my feet.“Who am I?” I snarled to the air.“George Wells,” Tjen said, simply.“Exactly,” I said, then turned to her. “I’m no son of a gun whose going to leave you in high and dry. I don’t know how, but I will make sure you’re safe, and this child too.” I knelt. "So I know what to expect." Okay," I replied. "Toss your hair and smile at me like we are flirting."She giggled and tossed her hair, then broke out laughing as I took a few shots."I'm sorry," she giggled. "I will try again." Hang on, look at these first," I suggested.I showed her the pictures I had taken."Wow, I look pretty good!" she exclaimed."No, you look fantastic," I said. "That's what we want. Have fun, be flirty and sexy, turn me on." All right," she said with a sly grin. "I will flirt. We halted the march, as our layers attempted to intervene, the police became physical aggressive with him and Barb charged into the scene shouting at them to release him.One of the cops threw Barb onto the street and started to handcuff her. I started to intervene when one of our other organizers, Toby stopped me and she said “Let me do it or she’ll be in jail with nobody to protect her!” She then managed to intentionally get herself arrested in order to safeguard Barb in jail. As they were put. I suggested dinner and she suggested going back to my room, I liked her idea better.Once inside my room, she asked if we could get the money issue out of the way. Now, I know was probably being way too naive, but I was a little caught off guard. “You are going to charge me?” I asked, “Baby, I have to make a living” she said sweetly. I was too far gone to say no, too far lost in her charms. I payed her what she asked, but before you judge, know that this was the first and last time she would.