The only trouble with this drive was the amount of time I had to think, rolling over various scenarios in my mind. But no matter all the doubts I harb...red, I was inevitably driving to my destination.I turned my cell phone on Monday morning, knowing Lily on the switchboard could forward important calls to me. I was just south of Pueblo, an hour out of Trinidad when my phone went off."Julie Sanchez." Where the hell are you?"There was no doubt whose voice it was. There was none other like it."I'm. I’m a friend of Peter.’ ‘Peter who?’ Stevie replied. ‘Peter Swanmore. You know, the poor guy who is currently in prison because you said he raped you.’ ‘I have nothing to say to you!’ The young woman spat in reply and stormed off. ‘Stevie listen to me!’ Lindi called as she and Clive sped up and caught up to her, ‘All I want is to hear your side of the story, that’s all. Is there somewhere we can go to talk about this? I promise you, all we want is to hear the truth about what happened.’ . " I said smiling."They would trade the commandant of the prison for sure," he said."That is a bad choice. He needs to give the order. So is he married?" I asked."He is married and has two children," the Frenchman said."Then tell me where he lives," I demanded."You need some help as well," the Frenchman said. "How do you feel about working with criminals." I can work with them as well as anyone else. I guarantee nothing though." I said. I could work with criminals as long as they knew better. " Bianca, I'm not in the mood for this..." Mood for what? They're just pajamas." We shouldn't be doing this," he said, even as he allowed her to slipthe top over his head. "It's not normal. I'm a boy." Well, Justin's a boy. But Justine is a girl, and that's who I invitedover tonight. Girls have sleepovers all the time right?" I'm not a..."She placed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh. You think too much. Don'tthink, just go with it. We're just two girls having fun, okay? My momknows that now, so we.