New defense attorneys of course. Evidence was still being collected. Witnesses interviewed.The wheels of justice would grind slowly for a while, but A...lington would never take another breath of free air. Unfortunately, though, he wasn’t quite finished with his malevolent ways.I’m not jogging yet — upper thigh injuries can be tricky — but I’m back to walking five miles a day. Minimum.The scar is under two inches long. A hard, white ridge, raised a little. Vanessa often traces her finger along. She would laugh it off and call me, "a dirty old man." My insurance was running out and they were going to send me to a god-awful nursing home unless I couldn't find someone to care of me at home. Feeling more and more depressed I blurted out my situation to Tanya. She sat on the edge of my bed and told me she had done private duty care from time to time and thought she could work me into her schedule, if I wanted. I looked into her big brown eyes as tears of gratitude swelled up in my eyes. I. ..mad?" Wow. Dude, you're...you're just...you are fucking retarded."I'm mad? What?" Not mad. I mean. Not mad?" Caveman talk good. Use many words."No I'm not mad. Even though you just left me there with the door hanging wide open-" OH MY GOD I'M SO-" SHHHHH!" Cammi actually put her hand over my mouth this time. "Shut up Jord!"I looked at her with eyes like a deer caught in headlights and glanced over at the door. She did the same and dropped her hand from my mouth and sighed."Seriously stop. Come on in, Steve."Steve is very tall so he backed in the door and began his inquiry conversation as he turned around. "Have you seen Sim ... on ... eerrr ah. OK. Simone? Hairy? What's going on?"Barb immediately entered, all protective like. "Sim, honey. What did he do to you?" Barb. Settle down! He hasn't done anything I didn't ask for. Well, to be honest, he wouldn't do some of the things I asked him to do. But he didn't do anything I didn't like ... and I liked it a lot!"Since we were both.