‘Do you realize how depraved we are?’ I ask, smiling in spite of my concerns. ‘Yes but in a good way,’ she smiles back. ‘What you’ve done ...or Jeremy is nothing short of a miracle! If it wasn’t for you … well, I don’t want to think about what his life would have been like.’ ‘He’d have eventually figured it out,’ I assure her, even as I realize that I’m glad he didn’t. ‘Don’t downplay your role, s*s,’ she says. ‘John and I are extremely grateful for everything you’ve done,’ I flinch at the. Oh, not when shefilled me in on all the various medications she had to take, insisting Imemorize them all and parrot back to her what each was for, or when shetalked about her incontinence knickers and which were the mostcomfortable and absorbent pads to use with them. No, she was mostinteresting when she reminisceded about the old days and what life waslike for a young woman in the early fifties. Today, however, she wantedto talk about her fellow inmates."Poor Molly," she said, watching her. Only happened once and most of the embellishments here aren't for the sake of sexiness, but rather because it happened almost a decade ago. My stories are long but worthwhile; if you don't like the buildup, skip to the middle.I was working for a moving company one summer(no, really) and I got an easy gig one day because my boss figured I wasn't a moron (up for debate) and could be polite enough to not offend the high class client. It was an easy gig because going to work moving tables and. I hand signaled Jorgie to stay alert.Slowly, I moved closer to them. In a normal voice, I said, "Knives and pistols need to be on the ground now. Then kick them away. Who is the leader?" I am. I'm George Harris." George, except for the two lying on the street, call the rest of your team. If there is anyone alive and missing, One of the guys will die, too." He called them but received no answers. "Okay, that matches my count. Hold your hands out straight and walk toward the police station..