"THERESA," I yelled to the bedroom. I stormed in and she wasn't there.She wasn't anywhere in the house. She must have left early. What kind ofsick pra...tical joke was this? I had to go to work. I tried phoning her,but no answer. I ended up leaving her an angry voicemail.Fortunately it was dress down Friday in the office so I should be able toget away with wearing a scarf over it. I'll look a bit weird though.I got ready in jeans and a hoody, wrapped a scarf over the top of thechoker in a way. As their eyes adjusted to the gloom they saw a raised platform in the centre of the hall with banked seating on two sides. Suddenly as they stood their wondering what they had let themselves in for; another door opened to their left and the same people who had silently watched their progress from their cabin to the hall entered and took various seats around the raised stage. As if in a dream they seemed paralysed and unable to take another step forward when the trance was broken by John's. But was it fair to Paul to continue this charade? He loved her, she knew. Torn and racked with remorse and guilt over what she had allowed herself to become, she decided to appeal one last time to Eric for the incriminating tape. If nothing else, perhaps she could, at least, protect Paul."Eric, I want the tape of Paul and me." I just bet you do," he said smiling."No, I mean I'll do anything you want to get it back." Still want to protect the boyfriend, eh?" Look, Paul has nothing to do with you. Ok, it was 1998/99 and I was 22. I had gotten myself into a bad scrape with the law on account of my speed addiction and the judge decided that I needed hugs, not drugs. So he sentence me to a hard-core inpatient drug program for a year, in lue of 16 years prison time.Now this program wasn't strictly just for drugs, but for any type of addiction or high risk individuals that needed close supervision. We had two SOs' that I knew of, a few serial car thieves and a sprinkling of gangbangers. Dirty.