Jack waited for the man to get close enough so that he couldn't possibly miss before shooting the man in the groin.That was a calculated shot, since J...ck wanted to question the assassin before the man died. He collapsed on the road, and the rifle went flying off to one side well away from the wounded man. Holding his gun at the ready, Jack slowly walked to where the wounded man was lying and poked the man with his boot to try to get his attention.The wounded man didn't pay Jack any attention,. She even thought about getting up and starting in on the report again. Finally, she wore herself out and sleep took her. The nightmare of having her arm broken came to her again. Reliving the horror in her dreams sent sympathy pain shooting up her arm and into her mind. Disembodied giggles interspersed with her voice chanting ‘Master’ breaks through her haze of pain. The giggling and chanting wouldn’t leave her dreams. Pain again shoots through her body and she would gasp hoping for some. Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she was not interested in me romantically, but for some reason we kept talking. We openly resolved to become friends, and that is what we did. Great friends. Friends who can talk about anything, who share everything. Friends who cannot wait for the next email or text, who smile in a goofy way when one arrives. Through ups and downs, joys and disappointments, we were friends. And we loved each other. Sure, there were reasons never to have. I really am ... But I happen to think Ronni's really cute. And when she came on to me, wanted me to see her, teased me, I gave in and accepted those things." She is really cute. I'll give you that."Jack was puzzled at Brooke's comment. Why would she say that ... at this point?"Yes, she is. Um, Brooke..." How did she look?" What? What do you mean?" I mean, what did she look like, in the pictures? What did her boobs look like?" Why are you asking me this? I thought you were furious with me." I am.