When the kids came home that night she was distant, and they noticed. She wasn't ready to tell them yet... either of them. She kept telling herself it... could be a fluke in her system, and that both tests were false positives.As things happen, she received the certified letter the next day. It was addressed to her and the postman required her to sign for it. It was from a lawyer representing the Willow Brook Pharmacy, where, the letter noted, she had recently been sold a supply of. " Yes, Commander?" Jules asked, wondering what more he could possibly want now that he had his statement and an arrangement to meet for the trial next week. What was left?"Why don't you call me Harm." When he saw the Colonel raise that same eyebrow once again, he continued, "Since you're busy this evening, maybe you'd like to get together some other time, maybe have lunch next week during the trial."Jules, not used to attention from the male population, was unsure how to handle the situation. My heart sank as I rushed into the living room. “What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” I screamed at him.Freddie drowsily looked up from the TV and sarcastically told me, “What’s it look like? I’m having a wank!” He’d really crossed the line now and I wanted to kill him. He was only wearing a Basketball vest and a baseball cap as he lay on the sofa tugging on his young dick with one hand and holding a joint in the other. Three empty lager cans were scattered among a dozen or so soiled. Of course, it was after midnight, and he wouldn't be ableto see inside any of the homes his men were working on, but he just hadto get out of that house.He was driving past the little church and felt a strong urge to stop andgo inside. The sign said 'always open,' and he had seen someone go in ashe drove past. He shook off the urge. Then his pickup died. Theelectrical systems just went dead and he had to wrestle the powersteering to get the truck off the street.He slammed the steering wheel..