.. of closeness and 'belonging', Tenchi suppose was the word that best described. Half remembered ... No, less even than that, He did not remember!Oth...er than for brief 'impressions', and the most solid of them were ... phantoms. Vanishing whenever he tried to trace them down. Resurfacing over the past few month, often unbidden. All serving to evoke that feeling of restlessness. A vague, something ... Not even a half feeling, of something he had lost?Again, he had tried to deny it, tried like. I needed him for another three or four hours, before he left again. But there was nothing I could do but sit and wait for three-o-clock to come.Jim had got home the day before but, I felt it would be safe to meet Ron at the hotel as long as I got home at about my regular time. Jim had told me that morning he was expecting an important call from a client who was coming into town, and he'd be hanging around home all day.I left work a half hour earlier and drove to the hotel. I knew Ron would be. Would you help out?" Sure, no problem." I made most of my spending money working as a tutor and writing term papers. I also wrote grant applications and survived. Every penny not needed for living expenses went into my "plan." The plan was my closest held secret.The next morning, a very attractive young woman, obviously Sorority Row material stood next to my locker. "Are you Jack?" she asked."That's me, do I know you?" I searched my memory. Could she be some loaner one of the guys on the. I sat in a small room with a lady policewoman who was little and probably older than Nana. She asked me all these questions about what happened at the bus stop. It felt weird talking about a man pulling out his penis to this little old lady – even though she was in a police uniform.After a time, she said I had to go and look at a line-up to see if I could identify the man who did it. I went into one of those rooms like you see on TV police shows with a big thing of glass on one wall. I knew.