This was way before the Internet. I made up a list of her colleagues who had attended the funeral. Some had moved away; the older ones were in homes o... had passed away. I ended up with 7 names and addresses of women who had worked with Anita and still lived in Pittsburgh.I was lucky in that the first call I made was to the person who had been Anita’s best friend. It was Debbie. Debbie was still working at the hospital and was in her early 50s. She invited me for lunch on her day off. We hugged. ”“Wanna beer, I got some in the car.”“Sure it couldn’t hurt.”“I’m parked in back, comeon.”So I followed him up the alley. It was dark as midnight, streetlights didn’t penetrate and I could barely make out his car parked where it couldn’t be seen. When he opened the driver’s door the car lit up. It was an old-fashioned full size station wagon. I climbed into the front bench seat and the lights went out. He turned on the radio that was set to some FM station playing soft music. Then he. I invited you to come to my house and use me like a slut. I want you to make me do all the nasty things we talked about when we met in that chat room and in our telephone conversations."So they did meet in a chat room! Could it really be just a coincidence that two people living so near to each other would meet that way?! It seemed highly improbable.Vic grinned and said, "Ron's going to keep filming for a while. But you know I already own your ass after what you just said, don't you, you stupid. And sit down before you fall and break your neck”“I’m Zak.” He replied and took a seat in one of the chairs lined against the wall.“Zak…Zak what?” She asked.“Zak.” Was the only reply she got.“I need your last name, too...hello…Yo!” She snapped and looked up from the computer on the desk.Zak was passed out in the chair, head slumped forward and slouching down slightly. Taylor sighed and rested her head in her hands. She had two options right now. She could either help him back to his room and.