I guess I was a real jerk back then.Working for Julie turned out to be OK. She sort of felt sorry for mebecause of my demotion. But she expected obe...ient, loyal, hard workingsubordinates. I did the best I could under the circumstances, so when itwas time for my annual review, I was hoping for a raise.The day of my review, it was a casual Friday. Julie was wearing skin-tight jeans and thigh high black boots. Her outfit was barelyappropriate for working in a bank, but nobody dared say a. Huh. That is so weird." It was and Ijust nodded.The bat mitzvah went on for five hours. I spent half of it dancing,mostly in a group with other women. Not for religious reasons. Justthat, at every bar or bat mitzvah, you'd have the hora that everyonedid; the requisite slow couples' dances; and the rest was women dancingtogether to fast numbers. Well, mostly. There was always one couplethat would get their freak on, arms and legs flying. I was envious ofthem. I would never have had the. What I am gleaning from the internet is also incomplete but is helping to fill in many of the gaps that are missing." Turning she said, "Time to go. I nodded as she again put me over her shoulder then was outside the city within minutes. "We need to find a place to hide Sheila. You are running on battery backup that wasn't completely charged. An hour in the sun should fully fill the batteries." I watched as she looked back at the city. "I concur with your assessment Dr. Gance. I am at forty. I, um, actually came to talk to you for a moment, if I may?" Come in," Mrs. Harmon waved me to the sofa in the living room, the same sofa on which Missy and I had been making out the previous evening."Can I get you something to drink, John?"I shook my head. "No thanks," I told her."Well then, what's on your mind, John? Is everything okay?" Mrs. Harmon asked as we sat down.I swallowed. This was not easy, but I'd known that it wouldn't be. It was the right thing to do, so I took a deep breath and.