It took all of ten minutes, there were few questions. Everyone had seen the news video of my part of the action several times. Back at the scene it al... seemed so peaceful now - what a difference a few hours can make.What they didn't have was the crosswalk video. I could supply that from the security cameras. I watched the girls do their reenactment. Then we went to my office where I copied all the camera footage onto DVD's for each investigating group.That ended the investigation for the night.. He had watched her getting into a late model Alpha Romeo and drive off.So, George Ironmonger helped Jennifer to her feet and half-carried her to his apartment. What motivated him was not only a kindness extended by one respectable citizen of the town to another in a compromising situation. Seeing her state of despair awoke in George specific memories. George suddenly felt he had to help this woman in her shamefully vulnerable condition.Getting half-dragged and half carried through the hallway. A small trickle of blood oozed from Art's forehead, directly above his eye. He moaned, trying to raise to his feet, then fell limp again."Good shot, huh?" beamed Lydia, standing over her prey triumphantly."Too good," scolded Jim. "Help me drag him inside so we can tie him up."Lydia pulled on his legs, while Jim and Mark labored over his arms and chest. A buzz of activity hung over the moaning body, all except for Kathy, who sat on the bed, smoking another of the rolled cigarettes. Kathy stared. ” “Whoa!” I think. Ann and I look back at each other and at the same time each of us tries to catch some air. “Show you?” Ann asks Aunt Helen, “Yes. Now, please.” Ann looks at me again and then back to Aunt Helen, “Are you sure? Aunt Helen, Couldn’t we just tell you?” “Kids, I must have a clear picture!” Ann pauses and then starts unbuttoning her blouse. I begin to pull off my T-shirt. Ann removes her blouse, then a white bra and the perky teacup- size breasts which I have been.