” She turned off the overhead lights and turned on the lamp on top of the dresser, then looked at me a moment. “Are you comfortable like that? Wea...ring jeans while sitting all cross-legged?” “Yeah.” “No way. Get into something more comfortable.” “Like what?” She turned back to the dresser. “Half the clothes in here are mine. Here, wear these.” She pulled out a girl’s pair of thin sweatpants and tossed them on me. I stood up but hesitated. “Okay…I guess…” and I slowly took off my jeans right in. I skipped breakfast and continued sleeping.At about 10 AM, someone knocked the door. Being single and alone, I only wear a sleeveless vest and tight boxer underwear at home. Only my friends occasionally come to my house and so I don’t bother with covering myself any more than that.I was sleepy and disoriented. I did not recall the time or stop to think who could be knocking the door now. I was not in my senses and just mechanically got up and went to open the door when I opened the dooe.A woman. "Come on,are you sure there's nothing you can do officer? I'd do anything to get out of this" she said, fighting back more tears. Awicked grin came across my face when she said that as I put down the report I had finished.I looked back at her "So, you'd do anything huh?" I asked as she looked up at me, her face stained with tears. "Yea I would,I can't afford to have this get out to the Media. I'd do anything, and I mean anything" she said, a smile coming acrossher face. I got out of the car and. If I wanted to, I could reach out and touch him. I don't dare. He starts the engine and turns on the heat. "It'll be warmer soon. This car has a decent heating system." I nod. "So, where do you live?" he asks. I clear my throat. "56 Butler Terrace. About ten minutes from here. Take a right onto Fergus Street and then just keep going till you hit Roosevelt Ave, on the left. Then take a right at the stop sign." Ah, I know where that is. My brother used to live off of Roosevelt. Buckle up,.