We have to respect her wishes." I don't like this one bit," said TC in too loud a voice."Calm down, TC," said Jamie. "You're not helping like this. Be...cool. She is a big girl. I swear to you if we lose contact, or if there is any damage, Jack and his people will get her out."As an afterthought, Jamie picked up a phone and said into it, "Jack, Jen, are you guys following what is going on?" God, that broad's got guts," came Jack's awed voice. "If she ever needs a job, all she has to do is call. In my dream I was standing over my father’s grave. It was a hot summer evening. The sky was full of angry clouds that looked like huge patches of damp cotton. There was no sunshine peeking through the blanket of clouds. It was a dismal gray day. My father’s grave is in a small boneyard next to the Baptist church in Kent, Alabama. The graveyard itself is in a way synonymous for small town Alabama. It’s an unspectacular thing. Its simplicity perfectly explains it. You might see something you. Once there he could just go, head anywhere, maybe someplace out west, or someplace down south.But the nervous man, full of fear at the thought of going to jail, made the turn toward home anyway.He took his large Dodge Ram pickup truck slowly down the road lined with parked cars. The closer he got to his house, the more his heart rate increased.You fucked yourself good this time, a voice deep inside his head said. Yeah, you fucked yourself real good. Was it worth it? Was it worth raping that. ”“You got some imagination there, Yankee, and a hell of a fantasy. But that ain’t happen’ here!”“Bummer!” I smirked. “Did you girls have a good weekend?”“Yep, though it was a bit lonely last night because Elyse was out with Warren. But then it was a bit noisy when they came back here!” Stephie giggled. “I just turned up the radio in your room!”I chuckled, “Sounds like a good Valentine’s Day, Elyse!”“It was. Warren gave me a massage,” she said, winking.That meant that she’d felt comfortable.