I just know that if the motion sensors hadn't tripped no one may have found me for hours. As I was rushed into the hospital, while everyone was talkin... what seemed to be nonsense, I caught the first glimpse of the woman who would come to be the best friend I ever had. During the days I was in the hospital, Sue would come check on me every day. Throughout the day and after her shift she took concern for me and kept me company while I underwent a series of tests. During that time we realized we. As she stood there half naked he next commanded me to unzip her skirt. I did as he said..."let is slide down" he command Sherry. She did it. The skirt fell to the ground and she only stood up there only in her black, lacy panties. They were sheer black and you could see the shaved pussy through the material. He snapped more photos. "Turn around" he command....She did. She faced me and I smiled at her. She was flushed. "Bend over" he told her again....This time with her back to him....Snap,. It’s time I left the country. I used my James Whitcomb identity to buy a ticket on the most direct flight I could to Belize City, via Dallas/Fort Worth. At 11:55 tonight, I’m going after the bitch.Now, back to my other problem. What are the last two characters to the code? I opened Excel and made a worksheet of the possibilities. If I can decipher what perverted word Simon thought up, I can fill in the last two numbers. But for most of the known numbers there were more than a single letter that. Maybe Jerry was rich. Maybe he was a reclusive hermit living in a loft in a dilapidated building in Detroit that was infested with rats and roaches but for his loft. Who lives like that but crazy, eccentric people, people who don’t want anything to do with the rest of humanity? That was Jerry, the reclusive portrait painter looking at life from afar while drawing people he’d never talk to and never meet. He’d draw quick portraits of people he saw waiting for the bus or riding the bus. He’d.