I can handle looking at her perfect body each day without undressing her with my eyes. I’m a fucking professional.My thoughts are interrupted by Jac...ie coming in and sliding into the seat across from me. She puts my work bag down on the ground by my chair.“How’re you feeling?” she asks.“Just a headache, but I was feeling a little faint and needed some air. I’ll just work from home.”I hate lying to Jackie and it’s clear that she’s not buying my little “headache” excuse. She looks at me quietly. With the bark stripped off and the sides flattened, he started to drill the holes for the pegs when he stopped to reconsider. Lining the holes up is a bitch every time I do it no matter how carefully I measure, and the nearer I get to the top the less room I’ll have for the drill. Surely there’s a better way. Then it hit him. One of the woodworking videos he had watched featured a jig. Although that particular jig was used for something entirely different, he belatedly realized that he could. ”“Bueno, entonces... [OK, then] It has to be more than 10 years ago, long before either you or Glenn moved back home; Laura’s Joe was still alive. There was a rash of burglaries in town and the burglars were working their way to our neighborhood. Laura and Joe talked to Glenn about it and he came home.”Mami, I didn’t know! Did anything happen? Were either of your robbed?”“No, no, everything was fine because of Glenn. He brought a friend that was a security specialist and they installed security. " I understand that," I said. "I loved Dave. It was easy to be in love with him, but when I was fourteen there was nothing I could do. If I was still fourteen, I am afraid that we would break the laws."Brindy nodded. "Been there."I took a sip of coffee. "With Pat?" Yes. So many laws. Teacher and student. Adult and underaged minor. It didn't start out that way. I was being abused at home. I trusted Pat." You were rescued as well," I said. "I did not offer Dave a choice to rescue me. I was hiding.