Slowly I turned, step by step, inch by inch, I walked through her front door and into her house. She closed the door behind me as I sat down in a recl...ner. She entered the room and froze looking at where I’d chosen to sit. "It's weird to see you sitting in a recliner fully dressed..." It's weird to have a stranger walk into your house and give you a handjob without speaking to you," I replied, winking at her so she'd know I wasn't upset.She took a deep breath and sat down across from me. I. "It's not fair," she complained. "Youhaven't done anything wrong!" She frowned, her expression giving vent tothe anger she was feeling. "Why don't you give _Jillian_ a call and seewhat the hell this is all about? I bet _she_ knows!"Tommi leaned back in her chair, letting her head rest against the wall."Maybe I should," she sighed."Your grades are pretty good," Sara noted, "so that can't be it." And you haven't been in trouble with the house mother, so that's out,"Katie added."And he. The accident. Distracted for one moment by my daughter pointing out boats on the river, hitting the car in front of us. Entertaining the kids while apologizing to the driver. Talking to the police, in German, and explaining that I can’t find the insurance papers and that, no, I didn’t realize the car was still registered in my wife’s name. That, yes, I understood I had to get it transferred. ‘They were friendly,’ I have to admit, ‘but spoke to me a little like I was a child.’ ‘They were the. ’ Sarah said laughing. ‘So I’m guessing you can’t tell me what you did, otherwise you’d have to kill me.’ She said laughing again. ‘Its true, very hush hush.’ Chris was laughing now. ‘No but I was still in the Army, it was just a very special force of the Army I was in.’ ‘Ah I see.’ Sarah said while still not entirely understanding what he did. ‘How’s the social work gig?’ Chris asked. ‘Its good, I’m with child services, working with orphans, some days it’s a sad job, but other days its one of.