I could feel, see even, the bruises forming. Like watching a movie I saw myself half-falling, half being carried down from the high step of the truck....I was in a small parking lot. There was some light from the street and several flashing neon lights. There was a man, Mark, kissing me and kneading my breast painfully. I felt no emotion. I felt cold.A van pulled into the lot, its headlights on bright. A man jumped out, seemingly paralyzed by the sight before him. He suddenly rushed us. Oh, God!. But the laugh I had started to give was cut offwhen I looked in his face, and realized he had obviously been crying."James?" I asked. "What's going on? Why are you in jail, dressed likedthat?" You won't believe me. The Sherriff didn't," he said."Come on," I said, "you called me down here, and you obviously need myhelp. I am bound by client privilege, so I wont be sharing anything youtell me unless you tell me its ok. So spill."He sighed, and said, "Okay, but I warn you, its pretty. Us din mai 2 ghante tak bus ka wait ki magar koi bus nai mili 2 ghan te bad ek bus aayi to usme itni jyada bheed thi ki kya btaun par mai kisi tarah us bus me chadi bus me bilkul bi jagah nai thi tbi mai ek ladke jiski umar lagbhag 25 sal hogi se request kar ke uske bagal baith gayi us ladke ne bhe ed ka fayada utha ya aur dhere-2 mere peeth pe hath pher ne lga maine bheed ki wajah se use kuch nai kaha to uska hausla aur badh gya usne dhere se mera top khich kar uske andar apna hath dal kar. We have a lot of those memories to catch up on, don’t we?” I said.“My, you certainly are being nice to me – it kind of reminds me of the day I met Danny, he’s a lot like you, you know.”“I will tell him you said that when I see him and bring him by when he gets into town, OK Sis?”“Wonderful, I can’t wait to see him again. I bet he hasn’t changed much. I hope he hasn’t?” she said a little bit dreamily.“You know Linda, if I didn’t know better, it sounds like you might be carrying a torch for Danny.