." Hey, when's that ice cream going to get here?" Kenny interrupted.There was a few seconds of silence, then Robbie got up and went around to the othe... side of the table. She stepped behind Kenny and lightly laid her hands on his shoulders. "And just what did the future Doctor Taylor say?" It wasn't important," Kenny said quickly. Then his face changed, and I knew that Robbie was pressing her thumbs into the muscles to the side of the neck. Hard."He said, 'I'd sure like to get tackled by her,. A shadow fell across the doorway to my cell and the footfalls ceased. Ilooked up under the dark fringe of my hair; the heavy mascara and eyeshadow causing my eyes to reflect like two deep blue pools. My eyes metwith a large man in his late forties. His thick arms heavily tattooed,burly chest and huge pot belly were barely contained by his faded bluesinglet; faded denim jeans hung beneath his large belly and his shoeswere prison issue boots, scuffed and poorly repaired.I recognised him. Either I got these Tees thatwere so big and floppy that I looked really dumb in them, or I got onesthat were the right size but which, well, which were tight enough that therounded swellings on my chest showed through. Now, if I were one of theguys at school that spent their free time working out and exercising andhad developed a muscular build, the swellings on my chest would have justlooked a like a well-developed set of pecs. But with my slim build theywould have looked way out of place -. I feel responsible. I really would like to help her, but I don't know what I can do." It was obvious that George was frustrated."Exactly what do they want?" I asked."They need a place to live, a home. They are tired of the little apartment they have been living in and have to get out of there anyway. She says they need more room," George explained.The light came on in my head."George, is Margie a co-signer for your house?" I asked."Yes, when we bought the house, the bank insisted that she sign.