I’m just not used to the idea of you going to jail. That’s usually my job. I love you. Are you okay?”“I know. I’m fine. I’m just so pissed... I love you, too. I’m sorry if this is going to be a problem.”“That’s all right, we’ll figure it out. Just be careful. You don’t want to become somebody’s prison bitch.”“CARL!”“Hey, if they book you, can you bring me back a copy of the photo, you know the one with the numbers on it, maybe an 8x10 glossy, with you in a prison unif...”“ASSHOLE!” She hung up. ‘Drugs were more important than her own daughter.’ Kendall hated to ask this question, ‘Reid, could Amy have lied about the test results?’ He shrugged. ‘Why would she, baby? If the baby…’ he stopped, corrected himself, ‘if Annie had been mine, I wouldn’t have divorced her, or at least, I would have been there for my child.’ His former father-in-law’s words came back to him, reminding him Amy was a professional story-teller. He sighed. ‘Look, I don’t know, but maybe we should make a trip to. " Roger that Sergeant."What a fucking douche. Just want to punch this guy so bad, but whatever. I can take care of this next payday. Time to leave. Turn on the car, it's almost time for the flag. Fuck! At least get out of here before he comes back and I knock him out. I'll drive to the laundromat, salute and be on my way. Oh look, she's still there. And there goes the flag. Time to get out and show my respects. Dun, dun da duuuun, dun dun da Dunn.....BOOM! And not paying attention, my pants. But the pair was rarely apart, which only served to increase the levels of the lonely old man’s desire. Being in her presence began to pain him intensely. Seeing her sadness and knowing her needs were unfulfilled became almost unbearable for him. He began to loose sleep, drink more than his usual self imposed limit, and harboured resentment towards the couple. His contempt towards the lover for neglecting her, towards the object of his desire for refusing his subtle advances. The latter.