I've never been able to decide which is worse -- knowinghow many are to come and dreading each one, or not knowing and worryingabout how long the mist...reatment will go on. It turned out, that time,that she delivered a total of two dozen. I was crying and panting by theend. She came back around in front of me and stood with her feet wellapart, gazing down and challenging me to oppose her in even the slightestway. I had learned my lesson, at least for the moment. Still, if therewas some way. This town has few pleasant memories for you and, since your parents died, there hasn't been any reason to return. You pull out your cell phone and dial your friend Larry back in California. The phone rings twice before Larry picks up."Andy, if you're calling me then you're not at the reunion. Did you chicken out or what?" says Larry."I just don't feel the need to go in. Just looking at the building makes me anxious," you reply.Larry sighs in frustration. "Are you fucking kidding me? Listen,. It was thesummer of 1992 and he'd just received word that the Steen-Ostensoe Case had wrapped up. One call from the Enigmatic Ted andhe was off on vacation.Ted was an enigma - never seen - rarely heard from. The primitiveGPS unit Henry had, and everything was primitive in those days,triangulated his boss's whereabouts somewhere outside Harvard.The distinctive Boston accent hinted strongly that the GPS wasaccurate enough.The vacation pay was sufficient to bring along Henry's valuedcompanion,. She stood frozen in her tracks as he straightened and headed towards her. Her every inclination told her that she should run; that the look in his eyes wasn't to be trusted, because he looked like he wanted to devour her whole — clothes and all."What?" she asked defensively. She inhaled sharply when he stopped inches from her trembling body. All she could see was his wide torso. She dared not make eye contact with him. Her body was already singing to her; she knew that if she saw the desire in.