Don't you get enough of that at the law office?" No insult taken," I told them, reaching out to shake Greg's hand. "I know I'm a little out of the age...range of this crowd, but I still manage to get around pretty good without my walker."He just grinned and shook his head, taking my hand briefly and then dropping it."My bad man. Sorry, just jealous. Any guy walks in with Coffee, I hate him on principle."A blonde came up behind me and linked her arm inside mine."Why do you always grab all the good. " At HIS house?" Don't get weird. I have a key. It just as well be MY house." I hadn't told anybody at school that I was living with Tim. This was pretty close, though."That's kind of strange," Casey said."Oh, it's not. His computer ... I like working on it. Beats my laptop." Mentally I was running inventory of our apartment, trying to remember what might give away the fact that I was living with my Tim. I'm thinking that we don't leave clothes hanging around, but there ARE two toothbrushes in. I had to force you to take her, remember? I even had to break my word to you, and even under these strange circumstances that bothers me. I’ve never gone back on my word before. You understand that I have to this one time, right?”He said, “I don’t think this one counts. I guess I set you up to fail. I shouldn’t have put that one year condition on you. I knew she didn’t love you the way you loved her. But I couldn’t see myself taking her away from you. I honestly thought I could save your. At which time the jurors were excused, and we had another chambers conference. Followed by dealing with the press, and getting an actual meal, and doing all the work that had to be done before eight the next morning because the judge decided he knew better than you how to try your case.God, I hate federal judges. Like I tell associates as they start the ass-kissing ladder-climb to partnership, federal judges screw you for no reason at all, well, except perhaps to prove that they can since.