"You won't use it as the basis for one of your stories either will you?" It was a statement rather than a question and she answered it herself. "You'r... a special person, Andrew."He smiled deprecatingly and shook his head. "I can't believe you want to tell me here and I don't want you to feel compromised by telling me in either of our own homes so why don't we go for a walk together tomorrow morning?" Where?" Mimbury Rings. We could meet at the Trout at ten and then I'll take you to the start.. Janie and I dated for nearly a further two years, before she went east to a large university, leaving me at at the local college. I started in pre-law and was doing quite well. I dated some and attended parties, and even got laid out of a couple of them! As I was starting my junior year at the college, I happen see a very pretty, but familiar face on the quad. ‘Hi Amy, how’s your butt?’ I said to my former bratty little tormentor as she approached. ‘Michael! I was afraid that I might run into. ” “I’ll be there in like a few minutes then.” “Great. Okay. See you then.” Before leaving the house I raided our wine fridge and grabbed two bottles of my favorite pinto grigio – the one we were drinking that night – the night she kissed me. Knocking on Lara’s door, I felt awkward. I’d never been a booty call kind of girl. Nate was my high school sweetheart – the first and only guy I’d ever been with. So this was a whole new experience for me. Lara opened the door. The first thing I noticed was. Your honor, he couldn’t be a murderer. He’s such a nice guy. A good family man and never has a harsh word for anyone. I could just hear the family and friends of every mass murderer or shootist or bomber or rapist with those same words defending people you knew were the scum of the earth. You just knew it. Only you didn’t really know it.I had to get something done, and by May, when the Grand Jury was dismissed without an indictment, I set to work changing the lighting in the park. I started.