.. all we may be able to afford. Can you recommend anyone?"Jennifer felt a familiar tugging at her heart. She answered quickly, impulsively."How about...me?" But you're—I mean, that would be amazing, but you're a teacher! You can't possibly have the time or the energy! Especially with Mikey..."Jennifer realized she'd been hasty. She wasn't supposed to tutor kids in her class. But maybe kids in another class?Oh well, screw the rules, whatever they are. The poor little thing ... I should do. You're a very cute girl in a pretty little dress. You need toalways assume that every male you meet, no matter how young or old, istrying to figure out how to get into your panties. Do you understand?"Gerry hugged Mila close and nodded. "I do, Maureen. Thank you."Maureen sat back, feeling that she'd made her point and that Gerry mighttake a stronger position when dealing with Bob Jr. "Are you ok, now?"He nodded and stood. As he strapped Mila back into the stroller, Maureensaid, "If you ever. "Didthe hospital say whether she'll be okay?" They don't know anything, or not saying for sure, she's in a medicallyinduced coma. If she lives past the next three days, she'll have a decentchance." Max's voice trembled as he spoke, the Detective could tell thathe was on the verge of losing it. "There's a fear of brain damage..." She's a strong kid, Max. She'll pull through this with no problem...I'msure of that." Detective Tate grew quiet. "Max, I know you way betterthan you think. I know you. If we don't go back, he's got nothing to tell anybody about, right?"Jason considered this, but only for a moment before meeting Melinda's gaze with a level one of his own. "You really want to stop going to the house?"Melinda leaned closer and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Nothing says we can't, you know, keep doing that stuff outside the house."They stared at each other for a long moment, and even before the words were out of Jason's mouth, they both realized that simply trying to walk away.