Then, once more the slow footsteps, the shadow beneath the door, the knob turning. Again her heart pounding, crusting eyes widening, she stares towar... his form entering the room. His demeanor unchanged, his stare a harsh look, her own eyes lower as her head turns ever so slightly. Stepping straight toward her, passing the brine bucket, something else glistens in his clenching fist. Reaching out, a pair of coiled slender wires, one red the other black, their attached alligator clips in. This night, he was a fugitive. Had a soul asked him what his crime was, he would have smiled and said, "My crime? She was passion."Namely, Lord Redlen of Sudhoff wanted to kill him for the untimely deflowering of his daughter.Juan crouched amid the pews of the ruined chapel. He moved like a fox, slinking between the long, low, high-backed benches as Lord Redlen and his henchmen sought for him."Come out, you cur!" yelled Redlen as he again heard scuttering noises among the benches, and his men. He owned a computer store and so was able to set his own schedule and he had made use of that to be able to spend many lunches with her. As Mike got of his car he reached to the passenger side of the car for the spring bouquet of flowers he knew she would love. He smiled as he remembered his Dad’s advice the day four years ago just before he walked up the isle, ‘Give her a little present now and then not because she expects it but because you love her and you will end up the one rewarded.’ The. But Dad, you are only 39 and too young to sit here and do that for the next 30 years. And at this rate maybe not that long.”“What are you talking about? This is what I do. I worked hard when I was younger and can work from home. I can program about anywhere. And I love our weekly visits,” I say sternly on the verge of being mad, upset, and scared. I’m not sure which.“Dad,” MJ said quietly to counter my emotion, “We lost mom because of cancer we could do nothing about. By the time she was.