Why you had others like this?" I asked."First one ten years ago, then one seven years ago, and then one two years ago," he said."Why the hell have I n...ver heard of this?" I asked."You think the old sheriff wanted people thinking their kids weren't safe in their beds. Now that last sheriff was a real piece of work. Go back you'll see." the ME said."We need an ID take a picture with this," I said handing him my camera phone. "Don't pose her Doc just that the damn picture." He was in the process. As a bit of a history buff he knew Grenville would have once received a hero’s welcome home. He looked at the job the ex-soldier had been slated for. Fuel Cell Handler. Working with the spent radioactive fuel cells in the city’s power plants was a death sentence. The injustice of it stirred the man deeply. He could do something about it so he would. He decided to look for an alternative job to save the soldier. Scanning the listed job openings he saw there was a position for a base laborer in. At the top we were greeted by a very friendly woman who asked if we had a reservation or if we were drop-ins. Tim stepped forward and announced that we had reservations and just said, “Hawkins. Three paintings.”The woman didn’t even look it up. She just smiled, “Of course, Tioti is ready for you. It’s always fun to have a family together here. Who will be first?”Tim touch my shoulder and indicated me by name and with one hand undid the knot in front and removed my cover, then asked me to step. After about a month I started to wonderwhat some of the seedier sex shops had in them. Maybe I could do somethingdifferent that would spark his interest back to me and away from fallingasleep immediately. I tried the cheap leather-and-chains bra and panty setbut that didn't work too well, it seemed to put Jason to sleep faster thanwhen I'd come to bed with nothing on. The woman in the sex shop saw me upsetwhen I came back and asked me if things were working out, I told her thatthey weren't and.