A place without deadlines,criticism or boring, endless work. In twenty minutes, she?d gotten the firstpage done, enough to take home and get her teeth... into.Popping a floppy disc into the computer,she hit save & waited for the familiar grinding noise to stop. Anotherminute & she?d be out of the office & on her way to the train station. Leaning back in her chair, she stretched,& closed her tired eyes again. What a day! Just one damnthing after another. ?I suppose that?s the price you pay for. Helen pushed herself up off the floor, trying to dust the oily grit from her hands. She looked across the Audi at Rummy, now standing, and back at Semmel. "Was that a close call or just bad luck?"From somewhere, Semmel had pulled a police radio and was muttering into it. Rummy moved around the back of the car and pulled Helen to him. "I have an idea we'll know in a big hurry. You all right?"Helen looked at him. "Not even the shakes. I'd hate to think I'm getting used to this." She hugged him. What a close call to getting caught that was! he realized. What if she'd come by when Sis was in here?! She might be furious like a jealous lover. Man, that would be bad. I have a hard time imagining Mom as the psycho jealous type 'cos she's just such a loving sweetie, but I guess anything is possible after what's been happening lately.He turned off the water and spent a minute or two trying to dry up the puddles of water he'd left on the bathroom floor and even the sink and mirror when he'd. I quickly went to my room, and pulled the bottom drawer of my dresser out. Underneath was the stash of weed Joe had delivered so many weeks ago. I had already used up everything else he had dropped off, in making our food. If all went according to plan, and the Viagra fueled bulge in my pants suggested it just might, this party was going to end with a number of 'bangs'.Three sets of eyes glittered as I held the bag up. Amber ran to go get the papers, and Dixie started separating out the weed."I.