Britney eyed me for several seconds before asking softly, "Should I come prepared to stay the night?" The weekend, perhaps," I replied. "I have no ide...a of your living arrangements, I'm afraid. Do you have any long-term responsibilities? A pet, perhaps? A roommate?" No." She smiled an embarrassed smile. "My work occupies my attention. Pets -- and roommates -- would be a distraction."I nodded, wondering what that meant from a sexual standpoint. As I have previously indicated, Britney wasn't. “Ahhhh, I see.... yes... you're feeling very relaxed? You're going to be just fine, Krystal. I'm going to make sure of it, he says pleasantly removing the stethoscope from my chest. Standing over me smiling,“I'm going to make sure you follow the rules Krystal, his voice pleasant and casual.But slowly, eerily, his smile shifts to a wicked grin and his eyes pierce through me . “Everything I do is for your own good. You're going to obey me. You are going to be rehabilitated, Krystal, his voice. There would be no embalming or autopsy. As people passed through the church Mary was laid in her wedding gown and I sat in a chair next to her coffin crying or staring into space in the direction of her body. The B's never left her or my side.Mary had requested an immediate funeral and the next day it took place. The schools closed to allow children who knew Mary to come and pay their last respects. Everything was closed. I was amazed at how many people Mary had touched with her love.Every once. Quietly opening thedoor to his own room, he poked his head out then quickly withdrew itagain. It was Karl Stark.Mike Hudson had come prepared. Once upon a time all he could have donewas put a glass against the wall in order to catch as much of theconversation between Stark and Romano as he could. These days,listening equipment was much easier to come by for the ordinarycitizen. Placing the sound sensor against the wall, he turned up thevolume on his headphones and listened in. The first voice.