" Dean said. "Same thing, I was never on the Olympic team." He then lifted my wine glass. "The house white?"Shelly pulled the bottle from under the ba..., showing the label to Dean before refilling my glass. "Wine is like duct tape for women, it fixes everything."Dean grinned as he put his arm around me."Ugh!" I exclaimed pushing him away. "You smell like sawdust, go clean up before you get me all woody."Dean rolled off the barstool, but not before giving me a tickle. "Speaking of 'woody' don't. In an attempt to achieve the perfect body – or as close to it as a woman her age could manage – she was always on the look-out for new ideas, fads and short-cuts. She had tried every diet plan I had heard of and many I hadn’t; she used personal trainers, therapists and counsellors; she had endured interferences from laser eye surgery to colonic irrigation.Some things had worked; most hadn’t but this lack of success seemed merely to convince her to look harder and in more places.Though no longer. Your hand buckled under two metal cuffs into a position where you couldn't jut out. You stare at the commander as he bears down upon you in the storage room of the small towny jailhouse."John you know damn well I didn't want to catch you stealing from Mr. Timms local grocery store." The man said wearing basic cop wear, a cheaply produced blue t-shirt with a rusted badge above his heart."I really don't know what you mean. I was just looking at the new bags of chips that Mr. Timms got in stock.". He’s been bitter and angry about everything that has happened to him and all. But, I think he’s mellowed some over these past several years, and maybe the carrot of an early parole contingent on him being able to find a job would see him willing to work for Ronald’s business in some capacity, almost any capacity is what I think,” she said.Stacey nodded. “Well, if that’s so, let his lawyer, Miss Clark, know that we will see to it he is gainfully employed,” said Stacey.“Good, good, that is very.