No one was with her.That was the core of her despair. She didn't want to be alone but there was no one she wanted. There was no one who could take Bob...s place. No one.For now Jason was being a Saint. He was her strength. He was helping her through all of this. She deeply appreciated his help and yet, he suffered the same loss. Bob, his father, was gone too.If there was anything that she could do for Jason, it would be done. Even in her intense state of mourning, she recognized how great Jason's. "Shelly pouted her lips as Jennifer kissed her cheek and went into the bathroom.A few minutes later, Jennifer was standing in the bathroom at the vanity. She was dressed in short shorts and a tank top, putting on her makeup when Shelly came in.Shelly wrapped her arms around Jennifer's waist and placed her cheek on her back. "Thank you again!" she said as she squeezed Jennifer."You're welcome again sweetie," Jennifer answered, stopping what she was doing as Shelly slipped her hands under her top. “Come on, Counselor. Where would I get this kind of financing on a handshake?”Jamie laughed, “Or a hug? Samantha, right?”“Yes, of course. And my sister did the financial review, though Lone Star knows her only as Stephanie Krajick.”“Slick,” Jamie said, shaking his head in awe. “How the heck did this come about?”“That’s a story for later,” I said. “You’ll understand why. For now, we need to get a formal offer drawn up, and ensure several indemnity clauses are included. But there’s a twist, and. A. was being cut off from the rest of the country. The city, already overrun by a few million insane, Infected humans, was going to be used as a prison. Well, not a prison exactly. A quarantine zone? Concentration camp?Whatever you wanted to call it, it was surrounded by guards and snipers who would, no doubt, kill anyone attempting to leave the city. He briefly considered climbing the fence and trying to be noticed and heard without getting shot, but no, he’d be dead long before he got within.