Nothing big – you had managed to keep yourself under the OPD’s radar for three good years. Your mentor, Luis, had brought you in when you were a h...meless runaway and shown you how to run. He was fifteen years older than you and had a daughter he was trying to support. You trusted him. You both started small, residential burglaries, small shops, small fish in Oakland. You moved across the bay and started doing larger jobs in San Francisco, until you attracted attention. At first it wasn’t. The bottom floor was cleared and the feeling of being watched eased. He made sure the alarm was still on and the windows and doors were locked before he headed back up stairs. He was almost to the bed when he realized he was still wearing the damn condom, he went in the bathroom and discarded it along with his sweat pants and returned to a stirring Bailey. Was she having that nightmare again? He eased under the soft comforter and pulled her to his chest once more. He started to lightly run his. I go to my door, and I see some neighbors having a party. "Great it's going to be a late night" I think to myself.10:00 p.m. I walk back to the door and they are still out there. So I chat a little more and watch T.V. 11:00 p.m. I go look again, I can't see anything very well thanks to the street lamp right out side my door. I decide to wait one more hour just to be safe.12:00 a.m. Tonight I'm going to do it. I'm going to walk to the mailbox fully dressed. I walk to my front door and look to. "You must feel better." "I'm not sure what I feel," I admitted, trying to organize scattered thoughts. "Uh, you were saying something about . . . uh . . . this not being permanent?" "God, love! You don't think I'd maim you!" "No - but you've got to admit that I . . . that this looks pretty damned real." "Of course it does! It *is* real, as far as it goes. Breast implants and a couple of careful injections around your nipples. A little liposuction to slim your.