Actually, Greg was on his third therapist as December ticked away. One had made it six weeks, but the second had all she could take after one week. Al...though the therapist never gave a reason, Genevieve was quite sure that Greg had made unwanted advances at the attractive but very professional young woman.Since the attack, Greg had been celibate - a very long time for him. The day of the picnic, he was already feeling the effects of his diseases, though not enough to stop him from attacking. He motioned for me to come in and have a seat. I sat there silently as he talked to whoever was on the phone with him.Mark was a good salesman, I listened to him convince the caller that he had "the deal of a lifetime" for him/her and he made it sound wonderful. His bearing and his speaking ability almost had me ready to sign and I had no idea what was going on! I had to admire the man's talents–he sure could command attention and he could bend people to his will! Finally, his call was over and. "Jeremy."Jay cleared his throat intentionally, dusting himself off as he stood up off the ground. "Jeremy," he agreed, not bothering to look at Oliver or Frank as he checked to see that his camera wasn't damaged. "That was Jeremy Hill you met. We're in the same class; he's older, so I got the nickname. Everyone's been calling me Jay since second grade."Frank looked at the panicked look on Oliver's face, the disgustingly calm one on Jay's, and realized that it didn't matter what name should be. The Easter Bunny jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops off down the road. Ten feet away he stops, turns around and waves again, he hops down the road another 10 feet, turns and waves, hops another ten feet, turns and waves, and repeats this again and again and again and again, until he hops out of sight.The man is astonished.He runs over to the woman and demands, "What is in that can? What did you spray on the Easter Bunny?"The woman turns the can around so that the man can read.