They asked me to tell you that they understand and bear you no ill will. Especially since Firouze survived." And now you want me to interrogate her?" ...Well, yes. She insists on speaking with you before she will spill the beans on her group. We've had her in custody for two years but she never cracked. I thought I got through to her when I showed her your letter. I swear, she cried. She even gave us some bits of info about secret caches where we found weapons and explosives. But she wouldn't talk. Okay, you’re smart girls, right?”I saw heads nod, at least a few. “Be smart enough to know which teachers are engaged in teaching, not going through the motions. Talk with those teachers. Show them, tell them what you want and ask how they can help you along. Third, engage your school staff. Most schools have counselors. Those counselors are often up to their ears with troubled students, special needs students.”I giggle. “That’s YOU! You’re special. You have needs. You’re ready to soar and that. ..ful, Billie thought. There is nothing so cool like going topless andshowing off your tits, Billie thought. Unlike her mom, Billie had neverhad a single back problem ... or, gosh, for that matter, even if Billieput all of her brain (which was admittedly not the most powerful of herattributes) into it, she couldn't remember being sick a day in her life.Billie gathered her long hair, which flowed all the way down to herswaying, beautiful ass, with a scrunchie, a blue elastic scrunchie. "And you'll be bound to do it too, Jack." Hmmm." Jack looked back out into the darkness for a while.Nate watched him, waiting."Nate," continued Jack, quietly, eventually. "What did Samuel ask for withhis third request?"Nate sounded like he was grinning again as he replied, also quietly,"Wisdom, Jack. He asked for wisdom. As much as I could give him." Ok," said Jack, suddenly, standing up and facing away from Nate, "give itto me.Nate looked at Jack's backside. "Give you what, Jack?" Give me that.