I sure didn't want to be a guest of the government in the 'crowbar hotel' for an extended stay. I know what prison inmates think of a convicted sex of...ender. I started asking myself questions. What would Jordan do if I refused? What did Trish want me to do? If I agreed, would we be able to keep things secret? I was mulling these things and some others over in my mind when I became aware that Trish had been talking to me."Oh I'm sorry; I was trying to get my head around what Jordan has asked." I. They had been friends for years, since they were about 19. Now, at 26, they had been finding less and less time to hang out. So when a little free time came up, they decided a few beers in Killian's place would give them a chance to catch up, rather than heading out to a noisy pub.Angie led the way out of the house to the granny flat. Killian followed her in and put the beer on the counter near the fridge. He was wearing a short sleeved T-shirt and was a little embarrassed by how much effort it. As I sat on the edge of the bed tying my shoes, she stood by her dresser, pushing her arms into a sweater and pulling it down over her head. Then she turned and reached up behind her head, fluffing her hair and tying it into a ponytail."I want you to do something for me," she said with her chin pulled down to her neck, as she fumbled with a rubber band in her hair."What's that?" I replied, dropping my foot to the floor and clapping my hands to my knees happily.Gayle brought her hands down and. ’ She laughed. ‘If TJ doesn’t screw it up,’ she said. Then she looked at him. ‘Isn’t it funny how you get to care about the people in the comics?’ ‘The good strips do that,’ he said. ‘They become kind of real. It’s like a good book or movie. You can tell when the writer likes his characters.’ He smiled. ‘I can see you’re a big fan, too.’ She smiled back and nodded, then looked at him curiously. ‘What do you think is the greatest comic strip ever?’ she asked. He thought. ‘That’s hard,’ he.