Jenna was blonde, with her hair cut like Jennifer Aniston of the tv show "Friends," where Deborah Thomas was very dark with extremely long hair. Their...comparative looks were totally different. Steve wondered what his mom, and Jenna, were doing at this very second. Steve checked the clock on the nightstand, which read 12:30 p.m. He would normally be just getting out of lab right now, with Jenna, and heading to the cafeteria for lunch. The thought of lunch produced a soft rumbling and growling. ”“You said that I should be careful what I wish for.”“AND, what else did I say?”“You said that if you agreed to do this for me that you didn’t want to hear me complaining or whining about the things you were doing.”“That’s right. It was three weeks after you went to the doctor and he gave you those sex pills that didn’t work. You remember Homer. You had been complaining to me that you could not keep up with my sex-u-all desires. You complained that I was, to use your words, FUCKING you to. "Can we mute the tv for a minute, Mom?" Rebecca said, taking a seat onthe couch."Sure sweetheart. Did you talk to Andy?"Rebecca covered her face with her hands and wept. "I think there'ssomething wrong with him and I"m not sure what to do." She felt hermother sit next to her on the couch and pull her into a hug."Don't worry, sweetheart. We're going to figure this out." I hope so," Rebecca sniffled. She felt so helpless. What could possiblybe the problem?"Did he tell you anything?" Grandma. "So you got something to tell me?" MacPierce concluded."Yea. I got no name, but I can describe the guy who passed me the goods."Several hours later the DA and a Legal Aid attorney inked the deal, and Alex Slomes was working with a sketch artist. The picture had good detail and was entirely useless. Both Connie and Tom knew it the minute they saw it. Another hour of questioning Slomes and they were convinced."This is something different," Tom said."You can say that," Connie replied staring at.