." Helen said, sliding the man's hands out of her shirt. "Excuse me, pls." Softly, but politely, she excused herself and dashed up the stairs, ran int... her room and shut the door behind her.Greg calmly walked up the stairs, opened the door quietly and peeped at what was happening inside. He saw Helen standing in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror, her arms hugging her chest which had been touched few moments ago. As far as Helen is concerned, it was m*****ation, for. I really did need her help in understanding Henry’s mind set and daily activities to the minutest detail. While doing this, I had to treat her as part of the enemy camp. She was going to become the unwitting spy that would tell me everything I needed to know. The next stop was back to the city to see the divorce lawyer. Armed with the tapes and the computer discs from her computer, I told the lawyer what had happened. I told him I would not engage in any pre-divorce counseling. I was willing. I thought that being a prefect would give him something to distract his mind and maybe make him happy. And…" she said trying to make him see her side of the story."That still doesn't justify your reaction. The twins were making fun of me and I don't know if you tried to defend me or not, but when the time came to tell them why I deserved that badge, you didn't say anything. You just silently agreed with everyone else that I wasn't worthy enough," Ron interrupted her again.Hermione felt. Using both hands to steady my aim, I forced myself to squeeze, not jerk.Fuck! Safety. I aimed again at the now-fleeing cocksucker — he was tearing north on Genessee, then across the street, and east on 15th Street. My shot missed high and to the right; I’d led him too much.I grabbed my keys off the sidewalk and fobbed the door open, calling 911 at the same time. I tore after Wexler; I’d bet a couple of tons against 180 pounds any day. I ignored the one-way signs, not much traffic this time of.