“My father was a miner and died in a mining accident when I was six years old.” she said, continuing with her tragic tale.“He was a good man, bu... we lived on the breadline even when he was working. After he was gone, I had nothing and no-one to turn too, so I was put in an orphanage.” she said, her exquisite mouth twisting with distaste.“In a terrible, dangerous place like Karron, there’s no end of orphans and the orphanage was cramped and overcrowded. I stuck it out there for a couple of. ” Without a word, she got up and followed me inside. When we entered the well lighted office, I could see Alex was indeed a lovely young thing. She had long brunette hair that framed her rounded face. Her hazel eyes seemed to be hypnotic. She had worn a dark blue blouse and matching knee length skirt. Nicely shaped legs led to her white tennis shoes. When I sat to write my patrol notes, Alex went to her knees and started to unzip my pants. I told her, “Wait, not yet, and not here.” She looked a. She tells me about how she used me to get Maya sent away and how she was responsible for Maya being raped in the first place, although that bit seemed pretty tenuous to me. The bottom line is that she wants to know if there's anything we can do to help Maya."Jonas started pacing, "Then, I ask her how she found out about Maya's current dilemma and she clams up on me. Finally stammers out some lame story about getting an e-mail from Maya, even though I know she uses e-mail about as much as I do.. When I felt the point of the knife on my cheek, I froze.'C-c-can I cut him?''Your call whitey.'A drop of blood slipped down my cheek. I was scared to move.'Ok. Ok. Just move the knife.'The big guy nodded, and I felt the knife pulled away. Reluctantly but compliantly, I put my arms together, holding them out. This time the knots were expertly tied, though a minimal amount of rope was used. It was thankfully not as tight around my wrist, and a long length of rope trailed off to the ground and lay.