Each gave me their ringing endorsements. When I wasnt giving speeches, I was giving interviews. To CNN, to Fox News, to MSNBC. All the talk shows –...morning news, daytime talk, the late night shows – would send us requests for interviews. Jessica was our press secretary and handled all of it. Frankly, we just went were she sent us. Our first national talk show was the The Today Show. Mary and I flew to New York City the Sunday after the attack so we could be there bright and early Monday. Then I hurriedly went to the back and locked the back door. I still had that nagging feeling I had forgotten something, but it was much more subdued now and I made my way out of the morgue area. Rudy was nowhere to be seen. I was grateful for that, and let myself out of the front door. I locked that behind me and forced myself to walk normally to Kim's car. I let out a sigh as the car started on the first turn of the key and I drove out of the parking lot. Wal-Mart was two blocks away and I. "Looks like it's party time!" quipped Lara with a smile...flexing the muscles of her curvaceous brown body as she swung in the direction that would lead her to her criminal quarry. The trail led the beauteous Jamaican Amazon to the city's waterfront...and a warehouse where a drug deal was in progress. Releasing her grip on her cat-o-nine whip...which she used for swinging...and reattaching it to the belt that entwined her small curvy waist... Yellow Cat alighted into the midst of the drug. Anderson." I said with a cracking voice, trying to swallow the lust that was in my throat. The coach walked up right behind me and stretched out his arm over my shoulder and grabbed the bar of soap that was lying on the soap holder on the wall, "Here boy let me help you wash your body, what else are coaches for if they can't help there sweet little football players right max?" I looked over my shoulder and saw him soaping up his hands with the bar of soap, his hands were so soapy that soap.