Changing directions.For a moment I feel at one with nature. The cosmos.Suddenly she turns to me and says, "Would you ever be unfaithful to me?" No. Ne...er," I reply. "Why would I want to hurt you?"She squeezes my hand tighter. She feels reassured.I mean what I say. I will never betray her with another woman. Never.* * *We are sitting in her kitchen at the table. There are mugs of tea in front of us plonked down on the bare wooden surface. It is about nine o'clock at night. The lights are on but. Too bad for him he'd chosen the wrong girl.I threw my inner tube at him and dashed to his right before he couldrespond. As I made it past him I could see the glint of knife. I hadno weapons, and would have to act fast. He made an attempt to grab atme, but I was too fast.Of course, he gave chase.As I ran I ditched my flip-flops to provide greater maneuverability as Iran. If I'd been in my old body I could have easily overpowered thisbrute, but I wasn't Detective Marsh. I was May Sanders, 90. ?May I?? I gestured forward with the bottle of Champaign I had picked up on the way over upon noticing her empty goblet: I was rewarded with a small nod and the delight of pouring another glass of Frances finest for her.?I have not seen you within the city before, generally I am privy to the arrival of all the charming young ladies such as yourself, you must have slipped under the radar somehow??A small compliment, a tad sleazy with a pinch of cockiness: a concoction many young women had taken. And suddenly he became certain that Florence's arrest was a matter resolved upon as definitely as the arrest of the most monstrous criminal. Then he went up to her and said:"Florence."She looked at him with her tear-dimmed eyes and made no reply.Slowly, he said:"To defend yourself, Florence—for, though I am sure you do not know it, you are under that obligation—you must understand the terrible position in which events have placed you."Florence, the Prefect of Police has been led by the logical.