. adjective, boisterous; unruly. Thanks David,” I said, and people laughed.“Now, how did I find that fairly quickly; there are tens of thousands o... words there, but I found the one I wanted in a minute or two.”“You knew the words were in alphabetical order, and searched based on that,” someone said.“Right. Now we will try to formalize that process, in what we call a binary search algorithm. We split our array in half, and see which half our result lies in. We repeat the splitting in half. It's... " she paused and collected herself, then continued, "It's taking pretty much every single ounce of discipline I have not to run screaming into that wall, or demand we call the cops, or just sit down and start crying. I want to do all three at once and I know we can't." Perfectly understandable," I said."And... please don't take this the wrong way, but when we're out of here, I have to try to verify what you guys are saying. I mean... listen, I saw what he did, but I have to see it for. Well, except with Andy and Mary or Eve or Cathy, but I think you have the flavor of them.The two standouts you need to hear about.His name was George and he was an asshole. There really is no better way to describe him. A lawyer about forty-five, full of shit and himself, he fell into Mary’s snare. He wanted Mary so badly he would have traded his law license.Her name was Alicia. She was a twenty-six-year-old mother of a seven-year-old girl. From listening to their heated conversation, I. It turned out not to be a problem at all. Jac suggested, “We can go to the island.”“What island?”He pointed to a path behind us leading down to the riverbank and explained, “It isn’t really an island. It used to be but the water stopped flowing down one side. There’s a small clearing in the middle of it where kids go to party. No one ever bothers us there.”We stood up and the girls and I followed the three boys down the trail. There was silence behind us until one of the braver kids asked, “Can.