Please help me Aunt Heather, I have no one else to turn to"Heather looked at the pleading boy and smiled inwardly in satisfaction. Things were going v...ry well indeed. Now was her chance..."I don't think your Uncle Roger would approve... and I would be going against his wishes by teaching you these things..." Please Aunt Heather... please. I swear I won't tell anyone. My friends already make fun of me, and I don't stand a chance without some help. I'll do anything you ask me to.... " How the fuck do they expect me to do seven life sentences consecutively? Are they going to dig me up after I die and wait for me to die again six more times? Fucking assholes.I had figured they'd take me right upstate after court, but it turned out that they were going to transport some other dude at the same time and he was rather notorious, so they decided to wait until nightfall so they could get him, and me, out of the local lockup without a big crowd around. That worked out fine for me,. "Jorge observed Inara's pale complexion and trembling fingers and the fatigue and stress in her voice. "We had better set down some where. I can see that we need to perform the cleansing ritual."While they were quietly sponging each other on the floor of her shuttle sitting on a quiet hill Jorge began his tale. "I was sent on a mission of retribution. A wealthy client had beaten a young companion on her first solo assignment because she had displeased him. He then tried to bribe her into. " Not ponderous, anxious stuff, you understand. Just a quickie, you know, like a greeting card verse. You know, there was just one, small little drop. And then thank you very much that's nice, and off we went to the movies." But," she said, still looking into her cup, "That's so..." She picked up her napkin and folded it absently and said, "She didn't tell me that about you." Really? What did she tell you about me?"She grinned sneakily. "What did she tell you about *me*?" I asked first."She.