"Are you hungry? I'm starved...must be lunch time." Cool," she giggled gleefully.As we walked towards the restaurant from the parking lot Lisa was abo...ut three steps ahead of me. I don't know if it was intuition or ten years of high school teaching but as I watched her walk I blurted out an observation. "You were a cheerleader in high school weren't you Lisa."Lisa slowed, turned, brushing up against my arm.   Intentional or accidental, her nipple touching my arm un-nerved me."I thought. Taking Jessica by the arm Gene lead her toward the tree in the back where he had set up the noose for her slow death, once they arrived at the tree Gene wasted no time placing the noose around her neck and tightening it and then having her stand on top of a three foot tall stool, pulling back the slack in the rope he then tied it to the tree trunk leaving Jessica very little rope to swing on. It was enough to cause her to hope the rope would brake her neck killing her instantly, but Gene was. Yet, you haven’t been promoted.”“I …” I had the distinct feeling he already had an impression of why. If my performance was so good, could my attitude with male co-workers still get me disciplined or fired? “I understand you are divorced. That’s personal and I am sorry for your experiencing that. It has some relevance, however, I think. But, there appears to be a carry-over to relationships with male co-workers and males in social settings.” How could he know that! Okay, the male. ."—I glanced down at her date of birth—"Oh yes, I'd say more than old enough to go to jail."Her eyes were blank behind her glasses, and she seemed frozen in place. She said nothing... not until I actually turned and picked up the phone. Then she said, "No!" but it came out as little more than a strangled squeak.I put the phone back on the hook, turned back and rested my hands on the counter, looking down at her. "No?" was all I said."I...I'll pay for it, okay?" Her voice was closer to human but.