While they were disappointed, Levy always had projects to do, and John was working on mathematical formulæ that left me behind quickly. I was doing i...volved computer programming this year, and I had discovered I liked to break codes.Oh, I wasn't a hacker or anything. I had seen a Sixty Minutes exposé on the NSA and their ability to monitor the airwaves and to crack codes. I wondered just how hard was it to crack codes?Our class project for the year, was to come up with data retrieval methods. I remember him asking, “Are you ok?” as I crawled onto the bed and slumped.------I woke up and it was dark. A thousand thoughts ran through my head. ‘Where was I?’ was quickly replaced by, ‘What happened?’ He was lying sleeping beside me. I was lying naked in bed. A cold knot gripped my stomach. 'Fuck, did we have sex and I can't remember?' I felt between my legs. 'If we did, please have used a condom,' I silently prayed. I moved my arm and he stirred beside me. “Hi,” he whispered. “Are you. This was to be the last light of day I would see before the day of my death. OUR death, actually. Emmie and I were both sentenced to die on the gruesome scaffold that we could just see out of our cell window, down the long cruel street of torment. I had drifted into this town from the larger cities on the East Coast, and was charmed by the frontier atmosphere. Emily, the young girl just entering womanhood, was fascinated with me, probably because I was exotic compared to the local people. I had almost convinced myself that it hadn’t happened at all, that maybe I had dreamed the whole thing. One giant, freaky head trip, you know?” “So what do you think now?” “You’re the one who can read my fucking mind, you tell me,” Kristel retorted, her face accusing. “You asked me not too, so I’m not. Why are you angry?” “Because I’m scared of you and that makes me nervous and afraid and angry. I debated on whether I should even come back here.” She looked at me, confused. “You…you’re really.