" You mentioned my nature, Scott. You, too, have a peculiarly instinct. You become excited when you think of me or see me with another man. I don't un...erstand this part of you any more than you understand my need for a different man from time to time." She smiled. "Besides, telling all will be painful for me, and I'd rather have you excited and inside me than sitting across a table from me gazing at me with a shocked, accusing expression."He considered her comments. She was correct. Like her,. Not as lovable as she is, though. I think they each got the right dog for them." Nah, I don't think so. I'll have all the pictures in folders and you can do the standard proof thing with them. If I need anything else, I'll call or leave you a note. Oh, almost forgot. I picked up a cell phone for you. I'll charge it overnight and get a number for it in the morning and leave it here for you. No problem." That's right. No, we haven't talked about it yet. I know what she was talking about and. "I have obtained certain information you need to be made aware of, as I have used it to determine sentencing, and it pertains to your future. Please listen carefully. You too, Mr. Buckridge."I obtained the phone and mail logs from your previous residential complex, which show that you did not mail any letters to Eva Sinderson, nor to the address where you were arrested by Detective Carson. You neither made, nor received any phone calls from Ms. Sinderson. The visitor's log shows you had only. "I cut her off. "It will only take a minute."Mom allowed me to push her hands together in front of her and slip a rope between the rings on the cuffs. I was about to tie them together when I remembered the karate bag that used to hand in this corner of my room. I looked up. Sure enough, though the bag was long gone, the ring that had suspended it from the ceiling was still there. I fed the rope through the ring and hauled Mom's arms up above her head."Heck." Shhhhh," I cautioned. "Father."I.