" Well," said Bob. "How would you feel if I help you today ... like I helped you yesterday?"She folded her arms and stared at him."I know what you're ...alking about," she said. "You're talking about ... touching me ... like he touches her." The thought did cross my mind," admitted Bob. "But only if that's what you want." I can't just come out and ask you to touch me like that," she complained. "I'm not a slut!" I know that," he said."So what am I supposed to do?" Do you trust me?" he asked. Kelly and I talked about it and decided that I would be able to do the interviews on my own, without her holding my hand. My PTSD had improved immensely since seeing Bob and Jose and being able to talk it out with them and a few other guys. I still didn’t consider myself a hero, and probably never would, but I also wasn’t being consumed by dark thoughts when my family wasn’t around. That Monday I put on my uniform, packed a spare in a hanging bag for when I spilled coffee on myself, tossed some. When I recovered, the family lawyer had a long discussion with me. Because I didn't have Harry's history I needed to convinced the lawyer that the overdose had given me amnesia, he had his doubts for a while but after asking a lot of questions I should have been able as the old Harry to answer, I eventually convinced him." Poor Harry must have been devastated to take such a drastic step Jimmy." He was Jen. As the 'new' Harry, I took up the reins of running the factory and learning the operation. His height and good looks were often mistaken for a first-year college student and not a recently graduated high school senior.His excitement grew as he walked the newly installed jetway to the waiting plane and stepped inside the cabin. His heart rate increased when the stewardesses greeted him. Unlike today they were all tens and clad in sexy uniforms that included knee-high boots. He was directed to the rear of the aircraft by Wendy, one of the best looking one of the group.He tried not to.