"She looked back at me. "Everyone in town thinks he's guilty. And the Sturgesses-" Jenna isn't like her parents," I said in a voice louder than I had ...ntended."I don't care. Those stuck-up-" Mom stamped her foot. Her face was red and the veins on her temples protruded. "Just 'cause he's the mayor and rich-" She stamped her foot again, but this time she took a deep breath and let the air out in a loud whoosh. In a calmer voice, she said, "They're ruining our lives. Don't you understand that? I. I knew it happened. A real, physical event, throbbing and jerking against my cheek, pulsing and undulating as my lips were pressed against the blanket. The absence of mutuality and acknowledgment caused an electrifying tension during every moment of the days that followed. A bizarre tolerance developed, but there was still unfinished business...Several weeks had passed, and I found myself frequently attempting to steer our conversations toward any topic where sexual overtones could be. He tiptoed through the living room and then through the hall leading to the children's rooms. His head whirling with alcohol, he stopped in front of MaryAnn's door. A light shone from beneath it and he wondered if she really was still awake. He hesitated and then knocked lightly, wishing afterwards that he hadn't. When there was no answer, he turned and breathing a sigh of relief, started down the hall. But before he had gone two steps, a small voice called after him."... Daddy?..."MaryAnn. " He winked lewdly. "This girl was pretty, eh? Nice tits." Geary just curled himself into a ball. The door opened, and Miguel walked in, accompanied by his lawyer, and his ever present body guards. He gave Geary a wry smile.Geary suddenly felt his mouth become dry. "You're a good man, Miguel, I know you'll help me." The man walked over, holding the Geary's hand in his chin. "Yes, I will help you, but you must return the favor." Geary closed his eyes and swallowed hard."What are the conditions?".