He seemed to have a sense of where the good stuff was."Why would he do that?" you might ask.To which I'd answer, "What? I'm suppose to be an expert in... cat logic?"Well, you can believe it or not, but guess what happened next! I followed him down the alley, right past Millie's to the end of the block. He looked both ways and sprinted into the next alley. So did I. About half way down that block, he stopped, looked to the left and shot through some tall hedges.As I neared where he went in, I heard. Barb, Toby and George were not released until the following afternoon despite TV news coverage of their arrest. This incident proved to me that Barb was someone willing to put herself at risk to protect others which is something you don’t find very often especially if they’re only sixteen years of age!I worked with the organization and Barb for the next two years before leaving for reasons not relevant to this story. We lost track of each other for about three years until one day I received a. Thank you. * * * * * * ‘Here’s another one for ya, compliments of your friendly neighborhood Spiderman,’ read off the police officer once again appearing a minute too late to see that his job was already done for him and a note pinned to the upside down punk’s web wrap. Crumpling the paper in irritation, he tossed it aside into one of the many festering trash cans that so elegantly complimented the alley so perfectly. Signaling to his men to cut him down and cuff him, he turned and walked back. He had a sudden flash of memory of sitting on the bench seat in his old Ford pickup truck with Shelly in his arms. Parked beside the lake, with nothing but silvery moonlight all around them, their lips meet in a kiss filled with youthful passion. He gathers all of her golden hair in his fist and uses the hold to bring her closer to him. Plain as day, he can still hear her moan and, as it did then, his body hardened. ‘Jacob!’ The memory disintegrated with Shelly’s shout. He’d been staring at her.