I could tell he was a genuine good guy by the way he chuckled at my subtle attempt to be humorous. Normally, I like a well-shaven guy, but Jacks’ th...ee-day beard growth have him an earthy appeal that I liked. Jack looked at his phone. It was close to ten. “I should probably let you go,” he said. “Oh hell no,” I replied, “I’m taking you home with me.” Jack chuckled again. “You wouldn’t want me with all my baggage,” he remarked. “I don’t care about your baggage,” I replied, “I just want to see. Or, by his logic, I'm the one who's still alive, so I'm the winner. Whatever. It all disappeared in the explosion. Guess the only thing I can do is be better.Yahiko: Be better? You don't mean better than Saitou?Sanosuke (walking out): Not just in strength. In everything.Yahiko (watching him go, thinking) So that's it... Sanosuke didn't come here to see if Saitou was really dead. He came to settle the fight he lost with Saitou. This past month he never said a word about Saitou, but that doesn't. I really do hate cliffhangers. I do not want to be dangling anything for you or for me.I recall we were crawling from one spot to another. Watching the fish swimming in the pond. My buddy, Mark, comes to my mind, stood to go look for a piece of wood so we could 'go fishing'.No sooner than he was on his feet there was a scream from about 100 feet away."Hey you kids! What are you doing on my property?!"That he was carrying a shotgun in his hands was not lost on either of us!We made a mad dash for. .to get permission. No, that wouldn't work. He wouldn't be able to actually see how pitiful Mr. Goodson is. He wouldn't understand." Clearly this was a medical condition and nothing more. Tracy continued to rationalize. "I don't even like black men. I have never been attracted to one. This won't be anything but a medical treatment."Tracy sat back down on her stool and continued to think. Part of her was intrigued in a way that strayed from the "medical condition" reasoning. "Okay, Mr. Goodson..