.. what case?" I'm gonna prove that Jonathan Robinson had his wife killed; probably had George Hamilton hit as well." Why makes you think Mr. Robinson...had anything to do with his wife's death or with Hamilton's for that matter?" You remember what I found out about Cynthia and Hamilton?" Abby nodded. "At the fund raiser I told you I thought they'd gotten past it but you said they hadn't. You even pointed out the way Cynthia was acting toward her husband."She nodded again and said, "Mrs. Robinson. As I was climbing on I heard someone yelling, "There she is!" I looked down the street and saw the three teenagers that had molested me running to catch the bus.My heart started pounding again. I prayed that they wouldn't reach the bus stop in time. They didn't make it. As soon as I was on board the driver pulled away from the curb. My heart was in my throat until the doors closed and the bus moving with the flow of traffic. I can only imagine what would have happened if those boys had caught. I hope you take it seriously," he added."I, uh, do. I mean I will," I responded. "It's just a lot to take in, Dad." You'll do fine," he said. "Now, son, I, umm, am going to give you the ultimate responsibility." What's that, Dad?" I asked him as he struggled to find his words."Well, son," he said slowly. "I give you permission to practice on your Mom and sister." Dad!" I fired back. "No! I can't. I can't do that." I'll leave that up to you," he said. "It's just a safe way to learn your. "This my lovely is one of those 'date rape' drugs," I said, that got her attention fast."What." She said again but this time she looked at what I was holding."One morning your are going to wake up with a splitting headache and no memory of the previous evening and you will know that I have paid you a visit."This time she didn't say anything she just opened and closed her mouth a few times. Then she found her voice."You pervert," she yelled loudly and I was concerned that someone would hear..