Jonna. Always there.Waiting, waiting for her day, like a prisoner waiting for parole. Whoknows how it starts, but it does. It creeps back in your life... That needthat desire....then along came the internet. My gateway to nirvana. Mygold mine, my Waterloo and my Alamo. I say MY Waterloo and Alamo. Jonna?Jonna found her parole board paperwork signed sealed and delivered. Thekey to the front gate of the prison hanging by her party dress and highheeled shoes. She didn't look back....I discovered. On move 3, she captured a pawn and shyly came to my side of the table. She was looking down at her shoes and I put my hand under her chin, lifted her face and gave her a soft, short kiss on the lips.I found it somewhat amusing that she had let a guy touch her breasts over her sweater, but was shy about a kiss. I wondered if Erin had somehow put her up to this, or her shyness was just natural. I still wondered if she would go through with the prizes, win or lose.On move 12, she captured an. We had also checked on those guarding the last set of buildings which weren’t in line with the first four. When the guards for these buildings appeared again, we moved out after they had turned the corner to continue around their assigned area.We weren’t far from the final pair of buildings and moved up between them to remain out of sight of those guarding them, who both also had night vision equipment. We were now up against the building containing the device. We waited until the guards had. April 17, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“I must be completely out of my mind,” Jennifer said on Saturday morning as we walked up to the doors of Saint Innocent of Moscow.“I didn’t think that was ever a question,” I teased.“You’re sure this place isn’t going to collapse when we walk in?” Josie asked.“If I can safely go inside, I think you can,” I chuckled. “You missed the hilarious conversation yesterday.”“What was that?” Jennifer asked.“Jesse was asking about baptism and Vasily told him that back in.