The number by no means was a deep dark secret, so it wasn't necessarily sinister that he had it. It just meant he could get to me. I suppose he wouldn...t mind me thinking that way. He could issue a search warrant and have my place searched for dog turds, if he wanted. Before Jennifer could stop the cops, my blue barrels would be items on a police evidence list. Every bit of that ran through my head before I answered."What can I do for you Judge Timmons?" I asked."I would like to hire you," he. They all told me when I was ready to call them. I told them Iwould but of course I knew that wasn't going to happen. I had struggledand debated so much over this and had already come so far there was nogoing back. My mind was made up and the closer the end of the month camethere were nerves and anticipation but I did know in the back of my mindI had made the right choice.Work was getting tense as the days counted down. At least most of theothers had found work although there were a few who had. "I think he's enjoying looking at you almost as much as I am." She lay unmoving for a few minutes more until the curiosity got the best of her, then she half sat, readjusting her lounge chair into more of a sitting position, just enough for her to relax back while allowing herself to look about. Almost immediately she caught the man glancing her way, he smiled when she did, causing her to blush briefly, though she returned the smile. "I'm going to go get us a couple of drinks," he informed her.. . god." Welcome back," I replied. "How are you feeling?" Oh, wow! Jeez-us fucking Christ!" was the best she could manage. I left it at that for a while.As we entered my home suburb she seemed to come out of it a bit. "Oh, Mr Walker," she began.This odd formality made me smile. "Don't you think you should call me James?"She giggled. "Yes. Thank you, James. Thank you for everything. To think we've worked together all this time and I never knew! Where, where, did you learn to shag like that?".