Alan, a 30 year old man was in his mountain cabin near a small town, reminiscing about his past life while sitting in his new couch, while the whiskey...was pouring down his throat he remembered the time he married his late wife, when they were both 18, she was so beautiful, inciting, they didnt waste any time to have children, her daughter was a pretty dark haired girl like their parents, tough life was going well for the 3 of them, everything started to go south, little by little, the older his. I loaded it into his computer and saw that it had my pictures on it and took the disk. I left the office without anyone seeing me and George was found by the cleaning people."She looked at Ed, "Can you erase my face from the pictures like you did on Betty's pictures? Can you hide the tattoo?"Ed took the disk from her and loaded it into the computer. He pulled up the first picture and Ann looked away ashamed. The men on the pictures were the same men that had raped Betty. Ed used the software to. He parked in the driveway and walked to the door carrying a black bag slung over his shoulder.Veronica answered the door almost as soon as he rang the doorbell."Hello Mrs. Andrews." Hello Tommy." So...nobody else is home?" No. No they're not. Come in, please."Tom walked in and she closed the door behind him. He looked her over. She seemed a little nervous and quiet, switching her gaze between looking over Tom, who was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and the tiled floor.Tom looked at Veronica.. .. all upside, right? And when she suggested him, I nearly fell off the couch. But as we talked about him, it just made so much sense, at least in that academic, theoretical, never-going-to-happen sort of way.As I approached her house, I was a bit surprised to see his car in the driveway. Our plan for the day included meeting him for lunch, but this sure wasn't lunch time."Hey guys," I said as I walked through the side door into the kitchen."Hey Sara," came their stereo response."What's going.