"This is unacceptable." Lola added then turned to Rachel. "We better show these to your parents, Rach." No, please. I do anything you want just please...don't show these to anyone. I'm sorry I spied on you, it won't happen again."Rachel and Lola looked at each other for a moment, nodded, then turned back to me."Do you agree to be our guinea pig for an experiment tonight? If you do, we'll delete the photos." Yes, yes I do, just please get rid of them. No one can ever know." Fair enough. Follow us. " I could only imagine how that conversation would go. I decided to see what she thought, "So what exactly would you say?" Well", she began slowly, "I suppose we could just sit him down?" She paused for a moment, thinking it through, "Or do you think I should just talk to him myself?"I wasn't about to miss that conversation, "No, I think it best if we are both there. But you should do most of the talking." Ok. Sure." She thought some more, "Just put it out there. This is a lot of money, money. And more.”“So why not just pay the bonus?”“I’d guess Jefferson’s lawyers told him to hold out for more. I certainly would. The only thing Art can do is play on the stealing the software angle. But the problem is, I know their financial situation. Put me on the stand, and Jefferson’s lawyer is going to get me to tell the jury that Art’s a liar and that he deceived Jefferson.”“Do you think that’s true?” Kara asked.“I think the facts weigh in Jefferson’s favor in front of a jury,” I said. “Truth. Hello, my name is Timothy, or Timmy as my Aunt liked to call me.Aunt Sue was widowed; U. Jim had passed away at an early age, electrified at his work. Aunt Sue never really recovered all too well, not even bothering to try the open field again. My visits, at Mom’s encouragement, were, more or less to keep tabs on her, ensure she was looking after herself.Aunt Sue was always quite open around her house, happy that I would come and visit, always willing to be a shoulder if I needed it. She would.