The physical evidence - trash, clothing left behind, etc. - didn’t give us much beyond a very quick getaway. There was evidence that all the packing... plus grabbing the gold, took place during the 10 minutes Friday morning between when Abril left the apartment and when she was expected to sit down in front of her security monitors.The team set up in Abril’s room and went to work like CSIs. She could stay in my apartment or with her mother. She alternated, I was supportive but as a cultural thing. "You mean you want to fuck me."She said 'fuck' under her breath, as a sort of foul expletive, dirty and perverted. Laura winced visibly.Oh god! she thought, her eyes watering.Both of them knew that Laura couldn't deny it. Both of them also knew what she had meant."I... didn't mean to... bother you," Laura said, looking away to stop her own tears, then quickly walking away too.She could barely get through the rest of the day. Her stomach roiled, her eyes burned, her head reeled with shock and. The officer in charge of C Wing. The officer with whom she’d argued earlier in the day. (Why had she argued? Why had she been so stupid? Why couldn’t she turn back time?). Led her, handcuffed, down the long, silent, antiseptic corridors, unlocking each of the heavy doors in turn, locking them firmly behind her. Brought the girl who’d questioned his authority to the place where it would be demonstrated to her in such unequivocal terms.Then left, without so much as a glance.Ten minutes ago?. Let’s get to know one another, kissing and cuddling at this point mostly, but if we feel each other up, that’s fine too.”“Well, Marilyn, I’ve got to admit that I’d like to see those big boobs without a top or bra.”“What makes you think I’m wearing a bra?”A couple of hours later, Richard arrived, gave Rose a brief physical, and talked to her for a while. “Rose, as your physician, I really can’t fuck you, so I’d appreciate your tuning down your sex appeal when we talk. I understand the household.