I was speechless. My life was over, I wished for the gates of hell to just open beneath me and for me to fall into its firey furnace. Even an angel to...flash a bright light and I could disappear forever. Instead my saviour came in the form of my best friend, Logan. His face appeared in front, he was saying something but I couldn't hear him. Logan was my only real high school friend, he was slightly smaller than me at just under 6ft tall. He was of much better build though. No body builder but. ." Or we don't see him except during holidays, if even then," Joey concluded for her."It's only two years, two months, and... three days," I corrected. "And I'm not sure a pledge would be enough." Don't you want to spend time with us?" Suzi asked."Of course I do," I sighed. "But even now my wanting to stay faithful to Jennifer is seriously struggling with my urges to... get it on with either of you, if you know what I mean."I watched as they had a brief telepathic discussion with each other,. Based only on the evidence they currently have, Mr. Television will never see daylight again. The DNA traces from the four murder victims are unequivocal.There wouldn’t be a federal death penalty prosecution. While that was an early consideration, enthusiasm waned as more details of Norville’s nightmare childhood emerged.Norville and his court-appointed attorney did agree to hypnosis so long as the four Kansas City murders wouldn’t be introduced. And, the attorney would be present. He would. "Hi. Merry Christmas," a soft voice insinuated itself between Wren and his cup.He held it just off his lips, not certain he'd heard it until Wren turned his head."Hello," she said with a smile just for him.Wren blinked at her auburn hair, which was loose but falling all at once in a long train across her bare right shoulder. It seemed to curl upward between her full breasts and those, Wren was helpless to note, were wonderfully contained in a low cut dress of emerald green, a color that suited.