“But you were much more cautious about this particular tree...”Morales shook his head. “I read about cutting timber, and the article cautioned t...hat kickbacks, though rare, could be extremely dangerous, but until this particular tree, I never really expected it to happen. I don’t know. I was just worried about it for some reason.”Jasmine thought for a moment. “Subconscious mind, perhaps. Maybe you saw something that your conscious mind didn’t fully assimilate, but your subconscious put things. Plus it sounded like a medical necessity.She flopped over onto her back. I slid down, pausing long enough to sample those twin pink tips without the benefit of syrup, salad dressing, ice cream, apple pie filling, whipped cream, chocolate, or the gravy she'd made for dinner Thursday night."You know something?" I said as I released the second one and resumed sliding. "I think I like them best without the toppings, though it's a close call."Her reply sounded like Earlymorningcherylese. My bladder. Oh, Jen, she is so vicious... remind me to never get in her bad side. She really has it for you... I wonder what you did to her... probably you deserve it anyways.Don't stop reading this, for your own sake. you fucking bitch...Now you belong to us...Yes, whore... we have all your exploits in films and pictures and we created enough copies for all of us... I believe that Jen eve upload them to the web...You go to the cops or say a word to anyone and we'll release it for all to see... they'll see. I see." He shuffled some papers. "He's on your football team, right?"I had a sinking feeling then, like maybe I'd outwitted myself. Coach had made it sound like the principal was just looking for a reason to kick me off the team. Maybe I'd just given him one, I wasn't sure."Yeah." I nodded. "But he never does anything there." Really?" Mr. Snyder considered this. "Why not? I mean, uh ... Why would he ... touch you ... in the cafeteria and not while you're playing football? It seems like...".