“Let’s say Saturday? Sixish? I get in Friday afternoon, early evening. I’ll be beat, most probably.”We traded cell phone numbers and email add...esses. It was getting serious, folks.“Call me if you want to hit Denny’s for coffee and a snack on the way home from work. I won’t be busy. I’d love to see you again if I could. If not, I’ll just pout and look forward to Saturday, sixish.” She giggled. Cute sounding, too.I took her home, and at her apartment door, kissed her gently, thanked her again,. "We're jutht gonna talk to her, okay Heather?" I said rhetorically,annoying myself with my girlish little voice.The old woman was seated behind her desk as usual, she frowned when shesaw us but didn't have a mean expression. If anything she might look abit annoyed by seeing us."Ah, what might you two be here to discuss?" she asked, staring at usvacantly."You already know," I replied.She looked a bit flustered being put on the spot like that. Then wassilent for a moment before saying, "You're. She came from the bathroom, having stripped nude and cleaned his mess from her legs, “Do you have a name or I just call you Hey You?” “Trade you, name for name.” “Janis.”“Robb.” “I can’t stay long; I’m expecting a call later.” “From your husband?” “And my daughter,” she rolled to her stomach and cradled a pillow. He sat up next to her and studied her legs, butt, and back. She closed her eyes in a moment of calm satisfaction. He slapped her on the right butt cheek, “Ow! What the hell was that!?”. Things are so different now than they were when he went inside. He’s going to need help. He’ll be in a halfway house for the first few months, but after that...” said Ava.“If he’d only let you and Blake help him out, and I don’t mean just with the money,” said Bea.“Yes, if only,” said Ava.I sighed. I was in my cell alone, ruminating. I’d never heard of anything like what happened to me happening before; well, before it actually happened to me. But of course, now I had. It wasn’t even that rare..