He looked through the crates and started to read out the inventory. ‘Two tactical batons, diamond grip. Three .45-caliber handguns, one with sound s...ppressor. One—’ At one object he pulled out, he hesitated. He couldn’t tell what that thing in the evidence bag was. ‘Is this a pen, or a knife? The prisoner shrugged. ‘A pen.’ The sergeant looked at the prisoner, a shorter fellow,. He was, maybe, 5’6′. ‘Why is it covered in blood?’ There was only the merest flicker of a smile. ‘Long story.’ ‘Uh. Still protesting, the clerk did as he was bid and returned with a surprisingly young Oriental, also protesting. Malcolm simply peeled a hundred-dollar bill out of his wallet, and the protests died down markedly. When a second hundred was produced, they stopped completely, and with a third both the clerk and the tailor began active assistance. In short order, Jason was the proud possessor of a Navy-blue double-breasted blazer, two white dress shirts, two silk ties, four pair of dress socks,. There was some additional flushing and cleansing; Tracy thought her insides must be as clean as ever in her young life. Through the process, which took 45 minutes, Dr. Lunt was kind and gentle, supportive and discreet. When everything had been done to prepare, Tracy got back on the surgical table now fitted with stirrups used in deliveries. "If you'll please place your feet here," Dr. Lunt motioned. Tracy absently placed each foot in a stirrup and the doctor lifted the hem of Tracy's gown. A. .."Both me and Mark said."I...need a bath...."Mark said moving up."We'll be right there!" I said as Aky moved to me and I got on the sofa."You know...she kinda was right...I really like you...like. I’ve never felt like this before Matt....I guess...I guess I love you...."Aky said looking at me."Yeah...Sorry I had to involve you two in this...it's all my fault...I was supposed to protect you two but..."I said as I felt a small tear forming on the corner of my eye."Don't be sorry...we liked.