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He took her to Santini's. On the way, he told her a car had sideswiped hers, and that she hadn't been injured. While she was trying to help others involved in the accident, an explosion had occurred. He left it simple.

"Explosion," she said, her voice far away. "I remember light ... all over ... I was submerged in light."

"What else do you remember?" he asked, his voice guarded.

"Just that. When you said explosion, it just came to me."

When they walked into Santini's, Donna met them. Her smile turned to dismay when she saw Lacey's face.

"Oh, you poor darling," she moaned, hugging the taller woman. "What did this beast do to you?"

"He didn't do anything to me. I was in a wreck," Lacey said. "I don't remember anything about it."

"From the look of you, it's a good thing," said Donna, concern in her eyes.

Lacey looked over.

"I'm all better now," she said. She looked over at Vinny, who had come to the counter, at the tone of his wife's voice. "How's my second most favorite man?" asked Lacey, gaily.

Donna's eyes widened. Bob caught them and gave a minuscule shake of his head. She frowned and raised an eyebrow. Vinny was equally confused. Lacey had never said anything to either of them, except to say how much she enjoyed their food.

"I'm starving here," said Lacey. "I need Lasagna and lots of it. The whole time I was in the hospital, all I could think of was the taste of Vinny's lasagna."

Donna recovered like the pro she was at dealing with the public. "You just come over here, baby," she said. "I'll sit you down and get you some. Can I borrow Bob for a minute? I need to ask him a question."

"Sure," said Lacey. "And could I have some of that wonderful Sangria too?"

"Coming right up, sweetheart," said Donna, pulling at Bob.

She took him to the office.

"What the hell happened to her?" she asked, staring at Bob.

"She was, in fact, in an accident. There was an explosion, and she was unconscious for days. She almost didn't make it."

"She's never flirted with Vinny," said Donna. "And I know for a fact she's never had the lasagna."

"Her memory is fried," said Bob. "She's forgotten a lot. She remembers some things correctly, but then there are other memories that are false, like the lasagna. She thinks we're lovers."

"Well, as to that ... I did too," said Donna. "Are you telling me you aren't ... or weren't?"

"Things never got that far, Donna. I like her. She's had a rough go of it and needed a friend. I didn't push it."

"I've always known you were a good man, Detective," said Donna. "What are you gonna do?"

"I haven't got the faintest idea," admitted Bob. "She's forgotten some things that are better left that way. Her most unhappy moments seem to be gone. She says she loves me."

"That much is true. I knew that the first time you brought her here," said Donna.

"What?" Bob was astonished. "We weren't that way, Donna."

"Well, I know what I saw, and I saw a woman who wanted to spend a LOT of time around you. Maybe it wasn't love, but it wasn't far from it."

"Donna, I never even kissed her, until I got her out of that hospital. Then she kissed ME! All we ever did was play racquetball and talk."

"Then my advice to you is to keep playing racquetball and talking," said Donna. "If I could tell before this accident, then it was working for you then, too."

"I can't game her, Donna," objected Bob. "I like her."

"I'm not talking about that, you stupid flatfoot," snorted Donna. "I saw how you looked at her, too. She had you wrapped around her little finger."

"Donna," said Bob, exasperated now, "nobody was wrapping anything around anything else. We were just friends, I'm telling you!"

Donna looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Well, Bob, it looks like you're better friends now. She likes you ... you like her ... what's to complain about?"

"I don't know," said Bob, doubtfully. "It's like she doesn't really know what's going on. I feel like I'm taking advantage of her."

"And maybe she's the wolf, in sheep's clothing, waiting to eat you up. Go on out there and talk to her," said Donna, giving him a push. "I'll serve her something that will get you laid." She cackled and pushed him harder.

Donna's comment about Lacey gaming him, instead of the other way around, didn't sit well with Bob. It worried him. He'd met plenty of conmen, and conwomen in his days on the force. They had the same charisma that Lacey was now displaying. Before, she'd been pensive, withdrawn, and unhappy. She came alive when they battled on the court, and when they were relaxed and talking, but always under that was the pain.

Now, it was if the pain had vanished. She was a different woman. At the same time, she was still Lacey. He wondered if this was how she had been before the rape. At the same time, he wondered if it was all an act, to avoid responsibility for a murder.

She asked him all kinds of questions, during dinner, trying to fill in the gaps in her memory. The problem was that she asked questions for which there were no answers. He tried to tell the truth, whenever he could. He got very inventive when that was impossible.

"When was our first kiss?" she asked. "I remember loving it, but not where it was or what we were doing."

"It was on a day like today," he said, thinking furiously. "You'd been having difficulties, and I could see in your eyes that you needed a kiss. It was amazing."

Another time, it was a more bizarre turn.

"Have we been to the opera?" she asked, wiping her lips. "I remember being at The Barber Of Seville, and holding your hand. Was it your hand? Whose hand was it?"

"It must have been in college," said Bob. "Or maybe after that, but before we met. Sad to say, it wasn't me."

She had other false memories, but then there were the things that were completely genuine as well. She remembered what kind of ice cream he'd gotten at a little sidewalk cafe. He'd tried a new flavor, and it had been awful.

He saw her shoulders drooping lower, and called for the check.

On the way back to her apartment, she lay her head back on the headrest of her seat.

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The place he directed her to was a tiny hole-in-the-wall that she would have never given a second glance. She realized how hungry she was the instant she walked in, through the door Bob held for her, and the odor of wonderful, delicious things hit her like a sledge hammer. "Vinny!" Bob called out to a man, standing at the grill, wearing a white paper hat. Vinny looked over his shoulder, grinned, and held both hands up in the air, a spatula still in one. "You got me, copper," he said....

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Bob had just left the briefing room, coming on shift. He hadn't even buckled his seat belt when the radio squawked to life, telling him of a multiple injury accident, with an explosion involved. Paramedics and the fire department were already on the scene. Three patrols were being dispatched, and all three were still in the parking lot, after the briefing in the squad room. Three engines roared, and three sirens began to wail, as tires screeched. It was impossible to get close to the...

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When Bob went off shift, he returned to the hospital. "How come you're the only cop who ever checks on her?" asked the head nurse. "It's my case," he said bruskly. "How's she doing?" "Better," said the nurse. "She should be awake. All her vitals are normal. The sedative has been stopped. The only reason she's still in ICU is that she won't wake up." "I'll just sit with her for a while," said Bob. He'd stayed in uniform, since that got him almost anything he wanted, with...

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He took her to the impound lot, answering her questions when he thought he could do so safely, and dodging them or changing the subject when it got close to something he didn't want to talk about. She was appropriately awed by the damage to her car, and only glanced through the box of her possessions. The attendant brought out a bill for storage, and Bob tore it up. "Hey, you can't do that!" said the attendant. "I just did," said Bob. "The lady was in the hospital while it was...

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Bob eventually slept, despite the erection between his legs that demanded attention. It was still demanding attention when he woke the next morning, with a soft, naked woman pressed against his body. It had been a long time since there had been a naked woman of any kind pressed against his body when he woke. That had been a result of long hours, and an unwillingness by Bob to turn over part of his life to any woman. It wasn't that he didn't like women ... it was more that he hadn't found a...

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Bob went back to his apartment. The bed was still unmade and the wrinkled linens held the imprint of a bed that had been slept in by a couple. The pillow she'd used was lying against his own, like her head had lain close to his. On impulse, he bent to sniff the sheets where she had lain. They smelled like ... her. He hadn't missed the verbal slip that the doctor had made. She'd been about to say that as much as she would have liked to get naked with him, right there in the office, it...

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Bob sat and read magazines, until there were none left to examine. There was no noise coming through the door—it was so quiet he felt like he was the only person on the planet. Eventually, his ears detected the hum of air being pushed here and there by the building's air handler units. He heard a siren dimly, through the walls, but no traffic noises. He checked his watch so frequently that he finally took it off and put it in his pocket. Finally, he dozed off. He woke, when the door opened...

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Bob popped two Vivarin when he got into the squad car the next morning. She had kept him up all night, satisfying her own needs and making up for the dry spell Bob had been in. He felt drained, but also more relaxed than he'd been in years. He was no longer distracted, either. Lacey had another appointment with Claire, but he was no longer worried that she'd suddenly realize there was no past between them. That had already been addressed. Now all he had to worry about was the return of...

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Lacey went back to see Claire ahead of schedule, and told her everything that had happened. Claire put her under again, and spent an hour exploring the details of the rape that she hadn't gone after earlier. As each horrible part of the assault was revealed, Claire worked more instructions into the dialog, intended to minimize the emotional impact of the memories. Then she brought Lacey out of the hypnotic trance and spent another hour with her, concentrating on the things that Lacey felt...

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Bob heard her gasp as he left the bedroom. His head swiveled and he saw her standing there, bent slightly forward, her arm outstretched, hand turned sideways in a fist at the top of a candle. Her face was so pale it looked almost ghostly. Her mouth opened and an agonized groan was torn from her throat as she dropped the lighter and reeled backwards. Her eyes stared at the tall, pale yellow flame that the lighter had created at the tip of the candle, but her mind saw the same hand,...

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Back in the apartment, Claire asked questions. They were not "What did you do?" type questions, but rather were "How do you feel about what you did?" type questions. Lacey didn't feel good about any of it. For the psychiatrist, it was like walking a tightrope. Or, perhaps it was like making her patient walk the tightrope. There needed to be remorse for a bad deed, for there to be health in the mind and spirit. But it could be taken too far, and the patient could begin to hate herself,...

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Roger Schwartz grabbed his briefcase and hurried for the entrance/exit of the new suite of offices the prosecutor's staff was lucky to have just moved into. Lucille, his secretary, called out a cheery "Good luck!" as he sailed by her desk. "Don't need luck!" he yelled back, flashing her a grin. In fact, he believed that. He was one of the up and coming lawyers of a generation that believed skill would make "luck" an archaic term. If that seems a bit rash, perhaps it could be said...

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The door to the jury room opened and a man wearing glasses came in. He looked at something on a clipboard in his hand. "We're about to begin," he said, with no other introduction. "I need to give you some information about what's expected of you. Please listen closely." He read a list of rules, things they could and could not do while they were sitting in the jury box. His voice droned, making it clear he'd read this list countless times in the past. Fully half the jury tuned him...

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The next witness called after lunch was probably a poor choice for that particular spot in the lineup, but it hadn't been planned that way. It was the medical examiner who had done the autopsy on Kinneson's remains. Schwartz apologized to the jury for what they were about to hear, and then had the doctor describe the compound fracture in the victim's leg, which would have made it impossible for him to move around on his own. Then there was the testimony of the condition of the lungs, which...

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It was day two of the trial and Roger was ready to produce testimony about the DNA identification of Gilbert Kinneson's remains. He had contacted Senior Technician Fred Simms, the lab supervisor, and hastily explained what he needed. Simms said it would be no problem. Schwartz tried to be as clear about things as possible. "Now I know that there were a lot of tests done on the DNA from the body," said Roger. "That's not germane to the issue in this trial. All I need is an overview of...

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"The defense calls Doctor Claire Montgomery to the stand," said Matthew. Roger stood. "Your honor, I fail to see the relevance of anything this witness could bring to the issue. I must object. Mental state is not at issue here. The accused did not plead based on insanity, either temporary or otherwise." Matthew spoke clearly. "Your honor, I have already indicated that I'm trying to establish motive for my client's actions. This witness's testimony is crucial to that...

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As soon as Claire left the courtroom, the judge turned to the jury. "I'm not going to sequester you, because you have not started your deliberations. You may all go home to your families, but you are not to discuss anything you've heard in this case with anyone, under any circumstances. Is that perfectly clear?" Most of the jury nodded. "Court will resume at nine-thirty tomorrow morning," he said, and banged his gavel hard on the block. The gravity of the situation had penetrated...

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The jury room hadn't changed much, but the changes that HAD been made were obvious. At each of the twelve chairs around the long table, there was a cheap name tag, made of paper folded into an inverted V. Maggie's was at one end of the table and bore the title "Foreman." It was almost lunch time and some faceless employee had provided a tray of sandwiches, individual bags of various kinds of chips, fruit, and pre-packaged salads from the cafe downstairs. There were also a dozen kinds of...

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An hour and a half later Judy again chirped, "Let's vote!" Maggie looked around. People looked tired. A lot had been said, but there didn't seem to be any general consensus. Voting would at least be trying to make progress. She passed out ballots. This time, when she separated the pieces of folded paper, there were four in the guilty pile and eight in the not guilty pile. Everyone looked surprised. "My, my," said Maggie, who had changed her vote, but didn't expect anyone else to do...

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"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked Judge Gunderson. Maggie stood. "We have, your honor." The bailiff took the folded piece of paper from her hand and walked it to the judge. He opened it. He looked at the jury, and then back at the paper. "Was this unanimous?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Maggie. Gunderson handed the paper back to the bailiff, who returned it to Maggie. "The defendant will stand," intoned the judge. Lacey and McDill stood. Lacey looked like she might fall...

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As it turned out, Claire's misgivings were justified. Nothing like this had ever happened before, and she had no clue as to how to proceed. Had she been in her professional setting, she would have controlled the conversation. She couldn't really do that, there in the restaurant. So, she chose to try giving Lacey the redemption she sought. "They forgave you," she said, her voice tight. Bob shot her a look that said very clearly, "What the fuck? You don't mean that." Lacey didn't see...

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Incredible ChangesChapter 313 How may I serve you

I never thought about being a waiter. I invited them, so I guess I have to feed them too. I started with appetizers. I went to the back to find one of the computers and found it unlocked, which was good because I didn’t need to try to find a way to hack it. I didn’t know the table numbers, so I had to go up to the front to get it off the stand. I quickly entered the appetizer orders. The staff in the back aren’t questioning the order coming in, so that is cool. I went back to get what they...

Thorvalds Sage

Thorvald's Saga By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 Thorvald Gundarson looked skyward. His gray eyes narrowed when a strong breeze blew at his thick, black hair and beard. From the way the clouds were darkening, it would probably begin to snow within the hour. He turned in the saddle and looked at the man riding a few paces behind him. "What's the problem, Olaf? You're falling behind again." "I'm sorry, Thorvald. My arm is still sore from the fight. Those two men were hard to best." Olaf...

Tim The Teenage MCPart III 7 A Day With Dear Ole Dad

"My father was a slave of my mother's. He didn't have any powers like... this," I said, indicating his backrest. "Oh, so your mother didn't tell you I had the talent. I wonder why? No matter. Yes, your mother did make me her slave. Actually, it was probably the best sex I had up to that time. I especially enjoyed it when I was freed from her control and made her do all sorts of interesting things. But this isn't about your mother and I. This is about you. You are my son, and I felt I...

The Binding RingsChapter 24

As Jason walked up to the entrance of his house he couldn’t work out if he was disappointed or not. It was frustrating that his evening with Emma had ended so abruptly - right when he was actually getting somewhere as well! But at the same time, he was oddly happy that things were progressing with her. It was strange to think that even with all the sex he was getting at home, he still found his burgeoning relationship with Emma exciting. He had idly wondered before if his suddenly getting...

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