My guess was that if he lived, it would be a hard. Life in a maximum security prison, for a man who had preyed on helpless ex-cons, would be a living ...hell.Jay Summers life as he had known it was over by the time my the first anniversary of freedom arrived. Not only that, but Lucy had a new boyfriend. One who, like almost everyone else knew nothing of our relationship. We both agreed to never tell a soul. Her kids didn’t know for sure. We had managed to keep it from them for that first year,. The last thing any of them needed was an injured suspect.Jet just watched as things unfolded. This had to be the NCIS director, Morrow. He nodded slightly at the realization, coughing back a growl as his head started throbbing even worse. Ziva impressed the hell out of him with her frank assessment of the events. It was never easy to call a superior out on their behavior.He didn't dare add anything to the conversation, so he turned in his chair slightly, watching the other man's body language. )Anyway, I don't have any kind of system like Sully did, but I like to think about what I'd do in certain situations. They're pretty general, but I think they're important. For example, some guy breaks in to your house, and you shoot him. Do you drag him all the way inside the house? Your state law matters in cases like that, and you need to be 100% fucking sure what to do in advance, because the neighbors are probably gonna call the cops when you put that "and stepped on" round into his. She noticed with interest that his nipples became erect when she touched him. Wordlessly, she let her fingertips trace a sinuous curve down his torso to his hard stomach where she paused and retracted her hand. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so, so familiar.’ ‘No need to apologize Jo Anne,’ he said as he took her hand in his own and gently pulled her down the dock nodding his head in the direction he intended. Jo Anne followed obediently, thrilled, somehow, to hear him call her by her name..