Why don't you tell me your first name. Maybe there's a way we can work something out." Sniff...sniff... it's Donna, Mr. Lewis. Do you really think the...e's a way to keep our gas from being shut off." At this point, any glimmer of hope is like a life preserver being tossed to me."Well, it is my decision. The problem is that if an auditor were to look at your file and see that I made a decision to leave your services on...and I couldn't justify it on any business means, my job would be in. He wasn't hiking in a jungle somewhere he was grabbed from a hotel a block from the embassy, the message said.Do you know who has him? I asked.Religious zealots, who else, the message came back.You are going to have to be able to find them. If you do that maybe me and an Eve can get him out, I suggested.We kind of had your new friend in mind, the message said. Speaking French might be helpful.Come on I speak French almost as good as he does. If he gets killed, it will be a French body. That's. .”“Please, please, please!” she pleased, sounding ever more desperate. “There must be something I can do! Isn't there anything I can do?”“Anything?” I asked.“Yes.... I guess,” she replied, innocently.“Well, maybe we could... Nah, there's no way you'd do that,” I said. “I'll just call the cops. I'm sure everything'll work out fine.”“Wait!” she begged. “Please, tell me! Do you want money, a job? What?”It was now or never...“Well...” I said smiling, “What I really would like is to.... you know.... And truth be told, he also worried about falling in love again only to have his heart broken a second time."You can ask her to dance."The words shook Jake out of his contemplative state. He looked around, trying to see if anyone else may have heard them. Of course, the music in the gym was so loud, he wasn't sure it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him."Really, Mr. Eckholm, you should ask her to dance." Jake turned to see the school secretary standing at his side. He smiled inwardly; if anyone.