"It's the old paradox problem. The paradox where if you went back in time and killed your grandfather then you wouldn't have been born so you couldn't...go back in time to kill your grandfather." Taking that one step further, if we did go back and prevent her brutal death, in all likelihood someone else would have been killed in her place. That change in past events would have definitely altered the time line. Our time line. With that change, in all probability Will, something would have happened. You know the kind that no one goes down unless they live there. I had it in my mind to walk over a street or two to see if any of my friends might be hanging out.So there I was, dressed in my black wool suit jacket, a white t-shirt and faded Levis, walking down the street. As I rounded the corner onto the next street I almost jumped out of my skin when, from out of the dark I heard a voice. "Hi Michael!" The voice wasn't all that loud; it was just that I hadn't expected anyone to be there in. Ol' Joe in there wants a crack at one of you and I'm probably gonna give it to him just to keep the bastard quiet."Jack pushed himself away from the wall, scratching his chin."But I'm gettin' pretty fuckin' tired of all this. Yeah, I dig puttin' you through your paces but I want my bucks! Now, if you don't start talkin', I'm really gonna get rough," Jack threatened, his voice growing frighteningly dark.Sister Mary Katherine grabbed him around the knees, pleading."Oh God, please, don't you see?. Alums would stop by, Dane Tipton, the college President would smile benevolently at us, I could do no wrong. Even so, I worried. I worried about success, and I worried about what I still felt was my tenuous hold on Lexi. Yes, she loved me. She said it time and again. She gave me whatever I wanted sexually, except for submission. That she said she couldn’t do because she didn’t have it in her. She wasn’t that way and you can’t give something you don’t have. And I wondered myself. Just what was.