"I can help. Trust me." I tried as hard as I could to keep my voice low, modulated, and friendly. It wasn't easy. I felt like I was about to jump out ...f my skin.Brown seemed startled to discover that he was squeezing the trigger so hard that the hammer on his handgun had begun to move backward and the cylinder had started to revolve. He took his finger off the trigger and I took a breath."Thank you," I said. "I'll just step over here for a second, OK?"Before the officer could object, I walked. Er... , I, well..."He interrupted. "Yes, Yes, I know. You want to marry Jean and you want to ask my permission. Is that about it?" He let me off the hook."Er ... Yes," was as much as I could get out."Does she know?" That I'm asking you?" That, and the fact that you want to marry her?" Well ... she knows that I ... er... , that I think she's someone special and that she's someone I could see myself ... er ... settling down with but I haven't said anything to her and I ... er ... I hadn't really. .. and again ... and again.Time had taught me an important lesson about its construct. In the place of death there is no time. There is no tomorrow, because the souls of the dead lost all of their tomorrows before arriving in this walled in, pitch black, oppressive, hell. It mattered not at all how long I stood and watched the macabre parade. No time passed for me ... the only surviving evidence of my trips to this pit were memories and they were meant to torment, but caused me wonder. She was wearing a navy blue colored dress which was hugging her curvy voluptuous body well. They both looked from a typical middle class family.He was working in a big company and she was at an insurance company. We shook hands and ordered coffee. I could sense the tension between them. I took Laurel’s hand in my hand and said, “Laurel and Dan, just relax, do not worry. We are friends now. I have done this many times before and I know how to handle such a situation. So just trust me, we all can.