Well, I guess, now I have to pay for it. As my Pastor says, “Charlie, you’ll quit some day, even if it’s after you die, you’ll quit.” Need...less to say, I’ve done a lot of soul searching this past month. Hell, I can’t do much else. I sit here at this computer, typing slowly with one good hand. It is tough having to capitalize and stuff like this with one hand, but I want to tell you a story about my youth and I want it to be accurate. You see, as I was reminiscing and soul searching about. "What? How..."Nancy met his eyes and smiled. "Just remember, you must give up ortomorrow I go all out." She turned and left Mark stunned and speechlessalternating from looking in the mirror to looking down at his own body.The front door to the house shut with a ominous click. Mark shookhimself and ran to the door only to reach for the handle with a shinypink oval that could not manipulate the latch. He watched in impotentfury and fear as Nancy's car pulled away from the house.Mark tried to. She did a little dance before the screen, giggling as she did so. 'You like it? Look I even found shoes to match.' She put one leg up onto the bed showing off the red shoes.Tom's mouth had fallen open as he gazed as his girlfriend. He'd never seen her like this before, and he certainly liked what he saw. 'Jesus, Jenny, you look fantastic.' He moved back from the screen, shuffling in his seat.'You okay, honey? Getting a little uncomfortable?' She moved before the screen and let her hands play. ”“That’s better, come on Angie.”As they walked away Mr. Whitelock was smiling and he turned to Angie and said,“I just love it when I can get one up on a snotty police officer who thinks that he’s better than everyone else, they really do think that they are god’s gift.”Angie was starting to relax again and it crossed her mind that maybe Mr. Whitelock had set her up for a confrontation and that he was using her to get ‘one up’ on the police force. But she didn’t say anything, instead she took a.